F.M.B.
Fuck my brain
These thoughts they collide, they can't pick a lane
The time that it takes to accelerate
Past the wreckage
With this baggage
It's getting late
In my brain
Confused and distracted is common place
The signals get crossed in the worst of ways
In this traffic
I start to panic
What a waste
Such a pretty waste of all the time I spend inside
Woah I know it's not the way you might design
Everything keeps changing but I don't feel like I can
Fuck I hate this feeling, and I feel it, all the time
Fuck my brain
Shifting through gears is a pain these days
Letting you down is my default state
I hate it
But I can't keep my head straight
Such a pretty waste of all the time I spend inside
Woah I know it's not the way you might design
Everything keeps changing but I don't feel like I can
Fuck I hate this feeling, and I feel it, all the time
And I'm not sure I could say this face to face
But the things I hold, the things I hold could break me some day I
I hope
To figure all this out
In my brain
Things don't pan out and I hit a wall
I overreact and then worst of all
It don't feel right
Until. I see you again
Such a fucking waste of all the time I spend inside
Woah I know it's not the way you might design
Everything keeps changing but I don't feel like I can
Fuck I hate this feeling, and I feel it
Yes I feel it, I fucking feel it, all the time
And I feel I fucking it feel it all the time
Yes I feel l fucking it feel it all the time
And I feel it, I feel it, all the time
I feel it all the time
These thoughts they collide, they can't pick a lane
The time that it takes to accelerate
Past the wreckage
With this baggage
It's getting late
In my brain
Confused and distracted is common place
The signals get crossed in the worst of ways
In this traffic
I start to panic
What a waste
Such a pretty waste of all the time I spend inside
Woah I know it's not the way you might design
Everything keeps changing but I don't feel like I can
Fuck I hate this feeling, and I feel it, all the time
Fuck my brain
Shifting through gears is a pain these days
Letting you down is my default state
I hate it
But I can't keep my head straight
Such a pretty waste of all the time I spend inside
Woah I know it's not the way you might design
Everything keeps changing but I don't feel like I can
Fuck I hate this feeling, and I feel it, all the time
And I'm not sure I could say this face to face
But the things I hold, the things I hold could break me some day I
I hope
To figure all this out
In my brain
Things don't pan out and I hit a wall
I overreact and then worst of all
It don't feel right
Until. I see you again
Such a fucking waste of all the time I spend inside
Woah I know it's not the way you might design
Everything keeps changing but I don't feel like I can
Fuck I hate this feeling, and I feel it
Yes I feel it, I fucking feel it, all the time
And I feel I fucking it feel it all the time
Yes I feel l fucking it feel it all the time
And I feel it, I feel it, all the time
I feel it all the time
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Faulkner, Eileen Jolly, Ethan Page, John Faulding, Kyle Martin
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