These people talk in compliments
I think I'm getting numb to it
Just trying to ignore this stupid little diagnosis
But the world is getting louder and
no one knows how to talk to me since they learned about it
But all the lies that were pinned as warnings
have made my hips all so unhinged
now i'm bleeding in second tongues
swaying on the spectrum everywhere I've been
and my heart is getting emptier by the day
I wonder what it was so full of in the first place
Can someone read the room for me
Cause this panic attack is gonna be a broadway musical for all to see
Another failed prodigy
no need to tell me
I'll be the first to know when something's wrong
It's happened before and it's happened again
everything that I wanted to forget
wasted several years of my life
to people I can't see that I can't even meet
done with being cerebral
it's the visceral age and it's killing me
and my heart is getting emptier by the day
I wonder what it was so full of in the first place
(I feel funny I can’t breathe, I’m slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel, something’s getting in between alright, okay)
I feel funny I can't breathe
I'm slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel
something's getting in between
i'm slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel
I wanna grow out of Morrissey
slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel
but something's getting in between
i'm slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel
It's all fun and games
but it all gets too loud
they say we're gonna laugh about it when it's all over
so when will it end, man, when will it end