Listen melancholy, you're impressing nobody
Finna invest in a shotty and then bench press my folly
I'm running any% and my momentum is set
Any friendly words I get serve but as a minimal threat

I'm poking at the wound again
I've broken out the stupid grin
I'm smoking now, I'm choking out
It's you again, look

I just want to die here
Break me loose and let me 'scape out this nightmare

And then she walks in
And wakes me up from my slumber

But then times goes by
Each number makes me feel number

And I'm not sad because of you
I'm mad at every moment of happiness that I lose
All because I'm not the one behind the wheel, apparently
So all I'm saying is, I'm sorry. Truth is I'm just mad at me

My gears are incompatible, complaint to factory
Resolved in nothing more but being sent some extra batteries
My thoughts comprised of self-loathing processes, fallacies
Digesting wasted calories to spite reality
My moon is blue
My sun is grey
I stay in my room every fucking day

And without you I'll suffocate

My moon is blue
My sun is grey (x4)
Yuh

(My moon is blue
My sun is grey) (x4)

My moon is blue
My sun is grey (x5)

My moon is blue
My sun is grey (x3)

R-A-V