[Intro]
Yeah yeah, woah
Shout out to Boo—Shoutout to Boogie man
Lowkey copying his style

[Hook]
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I pray they don't spit on my grave
I’m forced to break, to go insane, my thoughts can't wait to stop the pain
I need to keep my head up in the rain, uh
I need a mental break before my mental breaks
I write my feelings, life keeps up the pencil pace
Creation of Ghost
Creation of Ghost
Aw man, I'm extra as fuck too, huh?

[Chorus]
I need a mental break before my mental breaks, woah
I write my feelings, life keeps up the pencil pace
The thoughts just race around my head but I need to get back on track
So I sit at the desk and write my nights away

[Verse 1]
Yo yo, No one’s with me
On and off the bus with no one with me
Somewhat empty
If my mind were clothes, then it would need some sewing
Tempt me
Tip me over, make sure I'm not tripping
I focus on my homework but my mind still keeps thinking about how
About how critically I'm being panned, the thoughts scramble my brain
I can't think straight because my demons overwelcome their stay
Compensate for my mistakes
Make no more, refuse to wait
Belt toward perfection so no one has leverage to convey
Make your weaknesses your strengths and your strengths your specialties
Can't put pieces together, but I know I got special needs
I don't like to open wounds but you put bandaids where stitches should be
First time surgeons thinking “damn that shit stinks”
I try to lift you up while asking you to hold me down
But I just let you down, your feelings 6 feet underground
Thing is, it's like
It's so difficult, because I can’t help to think that
Maybe if we talk it out we wouldn’t have to wonder
And maybe if we talk it out we wouldn't have to cry
Maybe I should hurry up and do my damn homework
Maybe trying to revive it’s simply just a useless waste of time, fuck
[Chorus]
I need a mental break before my mental breaks, woah
I write my feelings, life keeps up the pencil pace, uh
The thoughts just race around my head but I need to get back on track
So I sit at the desk and write my nights away, music is my escape

[Verse 2]
At this point my life is The Fox and the Grapes
Love got me fucked up, so I find protection in hate
If she wants to talk again, I'll welcome it with arms open
But how don't she expect a cold stare when my heart's frozen
We supposed to be a team, where was you at, Logic?
When I fuck up, you don’t have to go through that, Logic
I know exactly what I lost, and you're gon' help me get it back
Take my damn heart off my sleeve and put that shit back in my pocket

[Break]
The thing is, it's like some people see me as this malevolent being, and
That's really annoying because that's not true. If anything, I was
Misguided, I was a baby-back bitch who gave into peer pressure, let's
Be honest with ourselves

[Verse 3]
I realize that I'm playing with fire, but fuck a burn
When I have even more scars from just words
Feel like I'm mentally regressing back to how I was 7th grade
Compared to now, he basically had it made in the shade
He stepped into the sunlight and now his shadow wants to show
Don't ask him that dumbass question “are you alright”
The real answer has always been no
I know it's essential to grow, but I don't wanna have to put my hand on the stove
Because I just can't take the heat no more