I Should Just Become A Tøp Fan Account Probably

“Is Tyler talking to God or is Clancy talking to Torchbearer?” Yes.

The sun will rise and we will try again. Tomorrow I’ll keep the beat and repeat yesterday’s dance. Tomorrow, I’ll switch the beat to avoid yesterday’s dance. Heard you say, “not today.” Pressures of a new place roll my way. We’ll win but not everyone will get out. In time I will leave the city; for now I will stay alive. Don’t circle the track, just break the cycle in half and leave your skin on the floor. Somehow we played it out in reverse. Start fresh next semester. I don’t wanna backslide to where I’ve started from. You can be so cold, I’ll try again. I’ve been here before, and I’ve got time. I am running out of excuses for why I am this way. Start a streak you’re bound to break; when darkness rolls on you, push on through. I would swim the Paladin Straight without any floatation. Even though I’m past the point of no return. But I’d rather you not be here for what could be my final form. I wanted you to show me the way around the city walls, the way on through. Buckle down, this is possibly the furthest we’ve reached. This is the last time that I try. Life is just forever nipping heals, never slowing down. Try to micro-dose to immunity but you’ll never really get it. Even now, even now, even now. Wait, did it change up? I look back in time through a telescope; I’ve been catching my reflection already looking. You and I both know how the story goes; we’ve seen it several times. I am starting it all over once again. Did I learn a thing? Intentions lack memory. Seems as through I’m lost again, a story told ad nauseam. Then the sun begins to rise; we made it through the darkest night.

Making it through last night listening to Breach for the first time on my floor staring up at the ceiling to this morning hearing Drag Path after my classes are over is like. I really did make it through the darkest night and now the sun begins to rise.

PSA to tøp fans: go listen to Drag Path and let it heal you.

Can you save my heavydirtysoul? I’ve been thinking too much, help me. So please, take me. Don’t forget about me. I don’t know where you are; you’ll have to come and find me. Be the one, be the one to take my soul and make it undone. I wanna be known by you. You should let go; it’s over my head. Give me some advice. Just a glimpse of visual aid of you on the other shoreline—waiting, expectations that I’m gonna make it. Did I disappoint you? Entertain my faith. Address my soul. Maybe you don’t fix and you like it like this. I promised you a contract. Cause I want to be the one after your own heart, and I might doubt the process like I doubted the start. Still now, you believe in me somehow.