Blurry Rainbows (ft. Marin Karin)

I know it wouldn't last for half as long as I want it to (as I want it to)

The question that I'm asking is whether it's worth it (yeah, whether I should do it at all)

And if I can't know for sure

Then I'm sure as hell gonna guess (yeah)

It's all way too much stress (too much)

It's way too much fucking stress, yeah

Blurry rainbows in my face

They won't seem to go away

Really thought that I was trained better

Grey weather tastes better

Am I too late to go the fuck back?

You hold me in place, but I wanna fade away

See another shitty day pass

Water draining fast

Soon I know, I'll be sat in class forced to socialize

Your open eyes always distracted me

But now I never notice them

Can't evaluate the situation, now I'm stumped

Always grasping at control

Knowing that I'll never get it

Seems I sold my fucking soul

A couple years ago to chance

Take my hand and we can dance

In the puddles that the rain makes

Running out of ways

I can say I tried to save face

Been out here for nine days

Wonder if you're in there

I don't know if I even wanna see your face

Or it's all been a mistake

Yeah I'm probably being hasty

As the rain pours

I'm gone before you walk to the door, ay

I know it wouldn't last for half as long as I want it to (as I want it to)

The question that I'm asking is whether it's worth it (yeah, whether I should do it at all)

And if I can't know for sure

Then I'm sure as hell gonna guess (yeah)

It's all way too much stress (too much)

It's way too much fucking stress, yeah

It's always

Way too many rests

With not too many breaths

No lungs, regrets etched on my fucking chest

And it's a lot of problems

But I don't know 'em yet

And it's a lot of things I hope I never see again

It's so noisy in the city of construction sites

I can't hear my thoughts

They can't hear my sighs

And it's a lot to take in with all the same sights

Same old late nights, upside down skies

I feel it, uh, I feel it's different now

'Cause y'all can't talk to me and I can't talk to you right now

And it's too much stress

I wish I wasn't in it

I've always loved the endings

Feel like they're just beginning

It's been a year, I still can't deal with February

Empty eyes and running water build no sanctuaries

And it's a lot of answers

I think I'm scared to know 'em

I still miss the sunshine, still bad at letting go, man

I can't sort it out myself

Telling you I can't sort it out myself

I said I can't...

I know it wouldn't last for half as long as I want it to (as I want it to)

The question that I'm asking is whether it's worth it (yeah, whether I should do it at all)

And if I can't know for sure

Then I'm sure as hell gonna guess (yeah)

It's all way too much stress (too much)

It's way too much fucking stress, yeah