[Verse 1]
Wish I could write songs about anything other than death
But I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts, sweat on a microphone
Breaking my voice whenever I'm alone
With you, can't talk
"Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?"
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
A sprinter learning to wait
A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
Oooh
Oooh

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
I wish I could writе songs about anything other than death
But I can't go to bed without drawing thе red and shaving off breaths
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts, sweat on a microphone
Breaking my voice whenever I'm alone
With you, can't talk
"Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?"
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
A sprinter learning to wait
A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
Oooh
Oooh