tell me

I don't wanna be sad, I don't wanna react, I don't wanna be trapped in a cycle that drags. I don't wanna distract from the cracks in the frame, or sit in the dark while I whisper my name. What would it feel like if I gave up my dream? Would I be free if I thought they were right? Would I be strong if I let myself break, or just static fading out with no trace? Go

When a heart breaks, does it really make a sound? Or is it like falling down, no one's around? I don't wanna be right, I don't know, who lives alone for good? I don't know, who lives alone for good? Tell me! Tell me whooooo

Can't you see, I'm already done with this? I'm fine, though that's not easy to admit. Haven't seen a mess like this since back in '18, but I'm not that guy anymore, you know I'm not, but hey, can't you tell?

Mom called when the signal went out, turns out she's down with him, hates it when we don't talk. Tried to explain that he heard me wrong, I said, "I don't cry," but she hit me with: "Boy, sometimes your words are hard to swallow."

When a heart breaks, does it really make a sound? Or is it like falling down, no one's around? I don't wanna be right, I don't know, who lives alone for good? I don't know, who lives alone for good? Tell me! Tell me whooooo

What does it matter to feel something that don't exist? If pain is the cost, am I payin' for bliss?

So let's get it straight, do you feel better when you're better, or just worse?