My intuition's hard to listen to, so I go missing
My friends are high, and we've already had this conversation
I'm getting tired, but it's the product of a generation
Self-medicated on the thought of someone's validation
I read a different definition of what love is
I wish somebody would've told me what it wasn't
'Cause I tried to fix it, fought and quit it
Either way I spin it, I wasn't in it
I'm going through it, tryna find the meaning
I talk about it all the time, but I'm not healing
I couldn't help it, help what I'm feeling
You find the chaos, if that's what you believe in
(You find the chaos, if that's what you believe in)
You find the chaos, if that's what you believe in
