Isn’t it my turn now

Slow down

I feel like I’m receding in the background

No sound

Smoke filling the air but I don’t care

It’s been

30 weeks since I was fine,

And I fucking love this state of mind

Acting passenger for all this time

All this time

Lately, I want you to know how I’m feeling

My friend’s in the back and I’m speeding I’ll be quite annoyed if it kills me

If it kills me

But lately, don’t seem to be shaking this feeling

Are the things that I’m saying too revealing?

If it bothers you so then pretend that you’re asleep

Yes

Maybe, you fucked it all up and it’s over

And all that you want is some closure

Or maybe you just want to be free