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suffocation & empty heads

hello, i'm very complex and the morphine doesn't seem to work

this is the first part of the descent, the ascending

but i'm probably going down

i'm not sturdy, solid, visible

i am breathless from the thoughts running through my head at night

the small silence you can feel drumming in your ears

when you're alone in the woods

just you, your thoughts and the lyrics in the IV drip

constantly dripping, and dripping into your veins

and you can see the sunlight, oh no it's not the sun it's the moon

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when my head was finally empty

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when i wasn't suffocating

the flowers are fading, the ink is dripping off their skin

but they're just as beautiful as they scene i saw yesterday

and as the stars light up the sky, that same sky

so close, you could get drunk on infinity

but you can't feel the happiness of your day or your life or this moment

you can only feel the depression of a million stars breaking at once

the soft buzz of conversation around you

but the colors and stories that run around in your mind

start bursting from your head and bubble from your lips

you see a bright green forest, made brighter by snow

but then you see something in the snow

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when my head was finally empty

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when i wasn't suffocating

sometimes i wish i was free of burdens like a tree

in the slight between, where they can stretch

joints up to the sky, just like i'll pretend to do

but guess what, the quiet guitar strums and black coffee

aren't enough and this isn't perfect

oh god, i'm falling

too deep, but i can't turn back

i'm being held down and i don't know why

someone please stop me

stop me from thinking

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when my head was finally empty

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when i wasn't suffocating

i'll remember the bundles of roses

and flower crowns of dasies

wanting to live in TV shows and video games

bubbles that we thought could carry us away

but we were thinking too much

i've been thinking too much

i've been thinking too much

yes, i agree

i've been thinking too much

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

i'll lift my arms up to the sky, and i don't know why

but i can remember the mornings when i wasn't suffocating and my head was finally empty

the mornings when i wasn't suffocating and my head was empty