Echo ft. Eva Rawlings Lyrics

I don't have the slightest how to let go

I heard it'll make you whole

Throw my voice into the void and all I get back is an echo

Oh, I hope I make it home

Hope I make it home

I didn't check the levels or anything

Just need to blow off some steam

Empty, become wind

Everybody fiend for needs, I need to free

My M.I.N.D. with a pen or pressed keys

See, a fella like me might be hella empty

When I develop a dependency to the festivities

These days I don't see straight

Seen scenes change way too many ways to believe in a keepsake

But I keep a key chain with a mini VT plate anyway

Now I'm freakin' out on the freeway, least 80 miles away from that green state

A lady smiles in the mirror as the memories fade

Ready to take the leap of faith and meet the same fate

But I keep a straight face and carry on calm for my family's sake

No fantasies of reprieve; safe bet I need pain

For the balancing weight to the air beneath wings

Wanna be a better man

Why I need the feminine

Part of me I never can

Command the sovereignty to manifest

The pride in me will be the death

The prophecy's indefinite

Alive and breathing is a blessing that I believe is heaven sent

But hell or heaven, it depends on how you see it, in a sense

That's all it really ever is

I'm probly highly sensitive

So why I need my intellect

I guess I gotta introspect

The paradox of being flesh, when all you are is in a thought

Like: what if all I am isn't enough? Right, right, right

Smokin', smokin', smokin' til I'm emotionless, sittin' motionless

In a hole I dug, that I don't dig and I hope to ditch

Still the host to a host of unholy ghosts

Who go against who I know I am

And I don't know if we can coexist

No one said that life would be a breeze

So please don't lose sleep for me when I blow in the wind

I don't have the slightest how to let go

I heard it'll make you whole

Throw my voice into the void and all I get back is an echo

Oh, I hope I make it home

I don't have the slightest how to let go

I would rather fake control

Throw my caution to the wind, I'm only asking for a yes/no

I just don't know which way to go

I been tryna float as I am sinking

Lately I been clinging to a life vest, too much to digest

Do I pass the Bechdel Test? Baby are you impressed? Nah

Can I get a break? Hell's sake, you know my feet hurt

Want you to want me, but I hide under my T-shirt

I do, I do, I

Is this just how we are sposed to feel

I think too much, don't do enough

Are we sposed to even know what's real

White knuckle love, am I enough

I don't have the slightest how to let go

I heard it'll make you whole

Throw my voice into the void and all I get back is an echo