moth
I'm not really here, dissassociated
Musics all I got, I really hope I make it
Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement
Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting
Taking anything I'm offered
Know the risks no longer bothered
All my friends know I'm no cougher
Bury my thoughts in another
Sleep all day and waste my nights
Doing whatever feels nice
Blood is pooling in my eyes
I know I wont see 25
Like a moth to a flame I just burn with your words
Losing myself every day it gets worse
Calling for help knowing I wont get heard
Second hand smoke in the lungs of a bird
I'm not really here, dissassociated
Musics all I got, I really hope I make it
Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement
Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting
Memory is getting weaker every single day that passes
Dropped out due to mental health I failed all my fucking classes
Eyesight just deteriorating can't afford new pair of glasses
Doctors won't evaluate the waitlist too high for my madness
No hope, no hope, I got no hope
So slow, so slow, moving so slow
Go home, go home, just fucking go home
No more, no more, I don't sleep no more
I'm not really here, dissassociated
Musics all I got, I really hope I make it
Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement
Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting
Musics all I got, I really hope I make it
Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement
Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting
Taking anything I'm offered
Know the risks no longer bothered
All my friends know I'm no cougher
Bury my thoughts in another
Sleep all day and waste my nights
Doing whatever feels nice
Blood is pooling in my eyes
I know I wont see 25
Like a moth to a flame I just burn with your words
Losing myself every day it gets worse
Calling for help knowing I wont get heard
Second hand smoke in the lungs of a bird
I'm not really here, dissassociated
Musics all I got, I really hope I make it
Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement
Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting
Memory is getting weaker every single day that passes
Dropped out due to mental health I failed all my fucking classes
Eyesight just deteriorating can't afford new pair of glasses
Doctors won't evaluate the waitlist too high for my madness
No hope, no hope, I got no hope
So slow, so slow, moving so slow
Go home, go home, just fucking go home
No more, no more, I don't sleep no more
I'm not really here, dissassociated
Musics all I got, I really hope I make it
Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement
Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting
Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Godfrey
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