The Healing Lyrics

I've never made a better song

Than when I've been on the Prozac

May I suggest that you go back?

Understand how I control that

Understand just where the flow's at

Ruby the slippers, tornadoes in winter

Make you wonder where your home's at

Turn the old me to a throwback

Fuck the old me, he didn't know shit

He didn't know how to cope with

All of the thoughts and the omens

That bubbled inside like a potion

He spent his days in the motions

Gasping for air in the ocean

Now I vacay on the coast and

Cherish the quietest moments

Even amongst the commotion

My vision is clear, eyes open

I was hoping that it would work out

Well guess what? I made it work out

All this heat that I churned out

Surprised that I ain't a burnout

Fuck the record that they put out

This the hardest shit you've heard now

Step back, watch the world burn now

Flyer than a fucking birdhouse

Jobin is the new Kurt now

But with 808s for guitar sounds

Make it sound extra hard now

So they can't hear you pour your heart out

Make the shit extra glitchy

So they can't

I had to make it through fire and flames

Burned out, but never slowed my pace

Turns out, I put myself in that cage

And all of my fears can be dashed by my fate

All of the swords, I sharpened myself

And all of the weights were made out of doubt

About time that I freed myself

Sharp wit, leave you bleeding out

All of the files that I lost to the rain

And all of the friends whom I hated in vein

I stood tall, looked myself in the face

And let it all go, but not go to waste

Let it all go, I gave it away

All of the pity and all of the pain

Lift myself up like the arm of a crane

And follow my path like the wheels of a train

I sleep beside a collection of vials

I used to cry on the bathroom tile

My whole life could've gone a different route

If I didn't seek help, put that pill in my mouth

If I didn't reach out, make that call to my mom

Admit to myself that it shouldn't feel wrong

To imagine myself not living alone

To imagine myself feeling at home

To dream of a person who feels what I feel

And for them to be real

And maybe, to heal

Every shadow I killed in the back of my mind

That preyed on me and sought my demise

I found myself in the words that I write

And promised to climb

And promised to fight

I used to turn and toss in the night

Now I sleep just fine in the back of the flight