Pedestal

Thought it would last, smoking a pack, feeling irrational

I'm fighting my past, I'm putting my passion up on a pedestal

I'm moving too fast, I'm fading to black, stuck in the back row

I'm wearing a mask, so thank you for asking I gotta let it go

All of the things that I said no I didn't mean it, girl I'm still searching for meaning

Still tryna pull out the knife you stuck in my back, whenever I touch it I'm bleeding

Floodin my pain in some gas and I light it up, but I did too much and I'm geeking

I guess I'm thinkin too much yeah I guess I'm thinkin too much, you better believe it

Yeah, you better believe me

Too much and I'm losing all reason

I was scared that you'd turn round and leave me