[Verse 1]
Must be some kind of phase I'm going through
Your eyes look tired
I draw those lines scribbled over my face
What's wrong with you?
Where's the desire to shove and climb?

[Chorus]
An incandescent path
You made it inky black
Trynna make the best out of this

Blue heart
Blue heart

[Verse 2]
E♭ F G C G C
Me go through the shades
Prismatic, my mode is automatic

[Chorus]
An incandescent path
Melting into black
Trynna make the best out of this

Blue heart
Blue heart
Blue hеart
Blue heart
[Outro]
Must be somе kind of phase I'm going through
I can't reach higher
I trace these lines wearing down on my face
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?