[Intro: Daya]
Well, I guess I'm at the end again
Back to breaking down on benches
Guess I've grown to feel nothing
And it seems nothing hurts the broken

[Verse 1: Marc Vinyls]
I’m all alone I know
Got em hating on the kid
Everywhere I go
I always feel the pressure
To put on a show
My mind is always racing
And my speech is slow
Yeah
Now I’m in the back of your mind
As you hear these words start to trickle down your spine
Just sit and unwind
And dig so deep so you can find
What will one day allow you to shine
I said I’m shining
Ass titty signing
This the new climate
When you busy flying private
I’m twenty four years old
Realizing I'm not there
Still I stay looking up to the goats top tier
If I’m not in the conversation then stop there
Mama once told me that sometimes its not fair
If you count me out then homie you just lost there
I'mma stay elevating only with the top care
[Interlude: Daya]
Well, I guess I'm at the end again
Back to breaking down on benches
Guess I've grown to feel nothing
And it seems nothing hurts the broken

[Verse 2: Marc Vinyls]
And they just wanna know why the world ain't know ya
A bit of time’s past but I still need closure
I just wanna spend my isolation all sober
All this pain here I don’t wanna hear I told ya
I don’t wanna hear I told ya
For real
My mind stay slipping
Why the beat stay hitting
And I stay wishing that things were different
Forced to self reflect through this travel restriction
This our mental health that we all here risking
So I stay fishing
For something to fulfill
Myself through these times cooped up by the sill
Looking out the window
Watching all the rain
Ain't nothing but time on my hands guess I can’t complain
I guess I can’t complain
Guess I can’t complain
Look
[Outro: Daya]
Well, I guess I'm at the end again
Back to breaking down on benches
Guess I've grown to feel nothing
And it seems nothing hurts the broken