The flimsy way I stand up straight

Shows me how I always break

But I like the hurt, I like the worst

I like that I'm a waiting slow burn

I'm in a slow burn

These thoughts I think all of the time

That oversaturate my mind

Perception turns them black and white

My truth is blind

These thoughts I think all of the time

That oversaturate real life

Played to death behind my eyes

My truth is blind

I roll you up a cigarette

I fill my lungs up with your death

Exhale concern, exhale the worst

Exhale all that smoke from a slow burn

Numb in a slow burn

Thesе thoughts I think all of the time

That oversaturatе my mind

Perception turns them black and white

My truth is blind

These thoughts I think all of the time

That oversaturate real life

Played to death behind my eyes

My truth is blind