On This Hill

Filling up your silence with my nonsensical chatter

Stealing all the air that you don't use

Overcompensation only makes me that much sadder

I'm pulling at your sleeve but you don't move

Our quiet isn't comfy anymore

I'm freezing in the coldest kind of warm

Things are going south, but I'm directionally challenged

Blissfully unconscious of the obvious imbalance

Pushing up the boulder, it's a treacherous climb

But this is probably the hill, where I'm gonna die

I'm gonna die (On this hill)

I'm gonna die (On this hill)

Lying through my teeth when I say I'm not overthinking

Like maybe if I play if off real cool

You might try to find me underneath what we're not speaking

Digging up a grave that's 5 foot 2

Our quiet isn't easy anymore

I'm losing in the coldest kind of war

Things are going south but I'm directionally challenged

Blissfully unconscious of the obvious imbalance

Pushing up the boulder, it's a treacherous climb

But this is probably the hill, where I'm gonna die

I'm gonna die (On this hill)

I'm gonna die (On this hill)

I'm gonna die (On this hill)

I'm gonna die (On this hill)

I'm gonna die