secondgradefoofight
There's a wire in the wall
A fire in the hall
Burning everything
It's here when I'm alone
The voice inside my phone
The tinnitus starts to ring
It's poison in my mind
And I would rather die
A million fucking times
Than have to read another syllable, another line
Of something on your mind
Why, yes, I fucking mind
I'm leaving all this useless shit behind
So you can try to text me, I'll just change my number
Good luck tryna find me now
I'll go off the grid, I'll swiftly disappear
And you'll never figure out how
I slipped into the shadows and I got myself away
From all the pandemonium that caused my disarray
I crossed the burning bridges that were standing in the way
So nobody can find me, fuck a needle in the hay
There's something creeping on me in the middle of the night
It's underneath my skin and digging in just like a knife
It's every waking hour, every other minute
Every single second of my motherfucking life
So you can try to text me, I'll just change my number
Good luck tryna find me now
I'll go off the grid, I'll swiftly disappear
And you'll never figure out
You can try to text me, I'll just change my number
Good luck tryna find me now
I'll go off the grid, I'll swiftly disappear
And you'll never figure out how
A fire in the hall
Burning everything
It's here when I'm alone
The voice inside my phone
The tinnitus starts to ring
It's poison in my mind
And I would rather die
A million fucking times
Than have to read another syllable, another line
Of something on your mind
Why, yes, I fucking mind
I'm leaving all this useless shit behind
So you can try to text me, I'll just change my number
Good luck tryna find me now
I'll go off the grid, I'll swiftly disappear
And you'll never figure out how
I slipped into the shadows and I got myself away
From all the pandemonium that caused my disarray
I crossed the burning bridges that were standing in the way
So nobody can find me, fuck a needle in the hay
There's something creeping on me in the middle of the night
It's underneath my skin and digging in just like a knife
It's every waking hour, every other minute
Every single second of my motherfucking life
So you can try to text me, I'll just change my number
Good luck tryna find me now
I'll go off the grid, I'll swiftly disappear
And you'll never figure out
You can try to text me, I'll just change my number
Good luck tryna find me now
I'll go off the grid, I'll swiftly disappear
And you'll never figure out how
Credits
Writer(s): William Yip, Patrick Doherty, Ryland Heagy
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