Death of Me

Cut my hair

Dyed it blonde

I pay a therapist

To keep me calm

Two full years of making friends

Still, I'm lonelier than I have ever been

I signed a lease

To chase my dreams

And all it got me is anxiety

About if it's meant to be

It'll be

Take it easy on me

And my tired body

I'm not built for this

I've crossed a line

I've been running backwards

Looking for some answers

Trying to hold it all together under lights

And this city's gonna be the death of me

Pull me back

Cut my tongue

Make me yours

Just like everyone

I've been wrong

But I'm still young

If I play my cards right

I might make it out alive

Take it easy on me

And my tired body

I'm not built for this

I've crossed a line

I've been running backwards

Looking for some answers

Trying to hold it all together under lights

And this city's gonna be the death of me