Yeah someone you know might be drowning on their own

But you’re to swept up with your dream to pick up the phone

These peeps in your periphery keep on getting old

And might not be there when you wake up from the fog alone

Yeah someone you know might be drowning on their own

But you’re to swept up with your dream to pick up the phone

These peeps in your periphery keep on getting old

And might not be there when you wake up from the fog alone

And want your home yeah

When you had neurotransmitters working I thought you could save the world

Comfort’s a slow death where ancestors ain’t gonna greet you well

These people they don’t know you don’t let them dictate how you see yourself

Mitigate future regret, hard work over your mental health huh?

As we dedicate a life to making it across the atlas

Can I connect with everyone if I keep on studying souls?

And I don’t need the Elden Ring, Excalibur, or Cars in a Mansion

I just wanna just prove everybody right and write things that connect the globe

Don’t get attached, no one’s got your back, but it’s been this way since 2012

Endogenous suffering is fuel, come let’s generate some wealth

From these songs you wrote and when you come back home you can tell some tales

Of the men you’ve been

While someone you know might be drowning on their own

But you’re to swept up with your dream to pick up the phone

These peeps in your periphery keep on getting old

And might not be there when you wake up from the fog alone

Yeah someone you know might be drowning on their own

But you’re to swept up with your dream to pick up the phone

These peeps in your periphery keep on getting old

And might not be there when you wake up from the fog alone

And want your home yeah