#95 bpm

I've been talking to the ceiling like it owes me rent cheap light flicker got me reading what the shadows meant Ashtray full of half-truths and a couple regrets Trying to quit the habits but I'm not finished yet

Got a voicemail from my past, it said "don't call back" But I pressed play twice just to hear where it cracked that voice sounds familiar like a worn-out coat Smells like cigarettes and every word I never wrote

I don't party like I used to, now I analyze the room Find the exit in my head before I even assume Everybody's got a story, mine just talks too much Overshares with the mirror but never says enough

I fall in love with the woman I can't keep They like poetry at midnight, but they ghost through out the week And I don't blame them, no, I know what I bring Half a heart, bad timing, and a mouth full of things

I joke like it's nothing but it cuts like a wire loving you was just like playing with fire Now I walk through the wreckage, call it "lessons learned" but the truth is I still watch just to see it burn

I keep my circles small like a bottle cap twist too many names on the list that I don't want to miss But I lost them anyway to the drift of the days Now I'm waving at the dead in a Midwest haze

And this city doesn't care, it just hums in repeat Streetlamps buzz like they're fucking tired of me Every step feels heavy but I play it off light Like I haven't been losing little pieces every empty night

I'm just trying to stay honest in a world full of edits write my sins in a notebook and call it "paying my credits" If I ever get better, I won't recognize me so I keep one foot stuck in who I used to be

Doch die Lasten, die ich zu tragen hab', wiegen viel zu schwer.