[Intro]
Like every dream
Left inside a diary
The genius
Left inside their padded cell
All is dear and full of lift
It's hard to get all cut up about it
[Verse 1]
As the land begins to slide
Our smiles reek of CGI
We're on the brink of truly nothing
Guess I'm all good with it
[Bridge]
Like every face
Left upon a missing sign
And flowers
Left inside their beds to die, so yeah
[Verse 2]
Punchlines hit home, too close, low blows
Underplayed my overflows
No more words, I can't think of any
Ovеrshared them till I was empty
So gеntly placed my ear to the ground
Listened hard but couldn't make it out
It was everything that is and ever was
All talking to me at once