In the walls are dead birds of the writer’s block
In the answer is just a waste of time
And if I don’t throw up another word or two
I’ll keep living life, and slowly get caught up by
Old symptoms
Old symptoms
Old symptoms
Old symptoms
Thought it was a heart attack
But it was just a lack of sleep
Go outside and pace around
To the Wyoming beats
And I’m about to lose my mind
With my wrists glowing a crimson shine
I’ll try living life, though I will get caught by
Old symptoms
Old symptoms
Old symptoms
Old symptoms
There, there, there I glow, glow, glow
There, there, there I glow, glow, glow
There, there, there I glow, glow, glow
There, there, there I glow, glow, glow
There, there, there I glow, glow, glow
There, there, there I glow, glow, glow
There, there, there I