I leave the house afraid
Steel toes and pepper spray
The past is tugging at my head like it’s a hand grenade
Blows up selective facts
My mental cataracts
I see what’s wrong but nothing else can seem to stay intact
I’d ride it out to stop
But every car’s a cop
And I can’t make myself slow down
So chew me up and spit me out
Chew me up and spit me out
Every day I’m going off the deep end lately
Every day I’m lit up inside until I’m burning out
Trying to fight it off just makes my heart start racing
Every thought just peels it back more
I’m tangled up inside
Hard logic’s in reverse
Each fix will make it worse
Recite my progress to myself and watch it all disperse
My heart rate’s off the charts
I do it all for art
Trying not to like all the attention as I come apart
My past don’t feel so clean
A blurry shower scene
And I don’t wanna live it down
So clue me in to freak me out
Clue me in and freak me out
Every day I’m going off the deep end lately
Every day I’m lit up inside until I’m burning out
Trying to fight it off just makes my heart start racing
Every thought just peels it back more
I’m tangled up inside
Crash into my faith to find
Every pillar breaks in time
Every year my truth unwinds
Just to deposit in my spine
Every day I’m going off the deep end maybe
Every day I’m lit up inside, but I still burn it out
Every sign of weakness is a strength I’m chasing
Every breath will steal it some more
So I crank it up inside
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