LYRIC

Hell is a lonely penthouse view
And I stand bathrobed, attempting to croon
(I’m slurring at the sky)

Been stumbling over complimentary chaoses
A futuristic tune
Sang “I’m afraid for you to die”

Guess you’ve had enough
Help me I’m restless
Acting tough
I never let this set me off
The way I see it now
I’m panicking

Side by side, tied in line to railroad tracks
A crudely drawn cartoon
(Still not looking right)

I lie amidst a broken home
But if I lose you, my crew
Then nothing will get me high

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