Chorus (x2):
I wonder if they could see //
all of these insecurities //
that I carry inside of me, oh-oh //
there's a ghost in the machine... //
Verse 1:
They say sleep is the cousin of death //
so my eyes wide open, I daren't even shut 'em rest //
'cause if only for a second, I might fall //
and slip into the background of a shadowless white wall - and go missing //
they don't listen to a word //
that I'm saying, so I'm standing on stage blowing kisses to my girls //
I mean, what good does it do painting pictures for the world //
when you rarely ever get the recognition you deserve // (check it...)
and rarely do we ever see the world reppin' //
a man trying to hold his own with a blurred vision //
I know reality bites, it's fucking nerve-wrecking //
still I'm chasing immortality with every word written //
yeah, and you see my notebook's filling up //
building up all of these feelings that I can't get rid of //
spill my guts while they are arguing if it's real enough //
I'm just telling y'all about my life and y'all should give it up... //
Chorus.
Verse 2:
Similar to hot breezes on the cool side //
opportunities will only appear if the mood's right //
I look at the blue sky //
while thinking it's time for me to - loosen my grip of this rope and let my balloons fly // (high)
with a focus nobody's getting close to //
never touch a bottle, I just bottle my emotions //
close 'em up and put 'em on the bottom of the ocean //
while I see them dishonour my devotion //
hoping that I won't make it out alive, while I'm just trying to get a grip //
so caught up always worrying what they would think of it //
salute me as deserted captain of a sinking ship //
seeing everything I love slipping through my fingertips //
and truthfully I have never been this afraid to fall //
but can't break it off, my head's spinning, trying to shake it off //
waiting for something that ain't never gon' happen //
or something they ain't letting me go after, I'm singing out... //