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