The truth is I've finally gave up
Burned to the crutch enough
Put out the fire
Untied the knot
It got harder to fake
And you're farther away
I'm not getting anywhere
I'm always fucked up
And making mends for her
Adjusting to the temperature
Working at first
But it's just getting worse
I'm done walking to the stage
Just so they can cut the weight
Watch the gold ropes all fall
It's time for curtain call

If I'm not myself by like autumn
I'm honest I'll call it I'll tear up
The place and just make it
Your problеm
I'm out of ideas and think
This ones the bеst
I put in all the work
Ain't seen anything yet
I've got pages of notes
From like 10 different tests
I hate making these decisions
I'll later regret
My friends and my fans will start
Dropping like flies
I'm surprised they're still here
I can’t explain why
I've walked it all forward
I'll run it all back
Maybe make it out the door
With my head still intact