Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Austin Cressey
Bass Guitar
Ira George
Lead Guitar
Patrick Miranda
Lead Vocals
Will Yip
Background Vocals
William York
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Yip
Songwriter
Ira George
Songwriter
William York
Songwriter
Patrick Miranda
Songwriter
Austin Cressey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Yip
Producer
Vince Ratti
Mixing Engineer
Zach Tuch
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm tearing apart at the seams
Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans
Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed
Give up, disintegrate, secede
[Verse 2]
Toss and turn in this concrete bed
And in the morning I'll try again
And pray for something to ease my dread
End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless
[Verse 3]
As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this
Everything will repeat in the end
It's not a matter of if, it's when
This has happened before, it'll happen again
[Verse 4]
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
It's not subjective, it's clinical
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
And this cycle comes full circle
This cycle comes full circle again
[Verse 5]
So back to the needle and the thread
I've had enough of this blood I've bled
I wanna breathe life in my lungs again
Clear the fog that fucks my head
[Verse 6]
Without a struggle there can't be progress
(Even though the weight is crushing me)
Without a struggle there can't be progress (Aim to kill, fight defeat)
Till it comes around again
[Verse 7]
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
It's not subjective, it's clinical
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
And this cycle comes full circle
This cycle comes full circle again
[Verse 8]
'Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last
And spent months walking on this broken glass just to
Tiptoe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back
To who I used to be
To what I used to see in the mirror
Instead of this misery
And to rid myself of this cloud that will rain down and cause me to slip
Back in to my apathy, but I know eventually
I'm gonna come around and maybe
It won't be easy but it will be worth it and the results will be profound
Because instead of feeling cornered, the corners of my mouth
Will start to point up
Instead of being anchored down
Written by: Austin Cressey, Ira George, Patrick Miranda, Spencer York, Will Yip, William York