Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belmont
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taz Johnson
Songwriter
Brian Lada
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fuck
Well, where is there room made for growth?
When I walk on a thin, frayed rope
I keep testing my balance
In hopes that my feet will find ground that's more solid
I'll swallow my words whole again
Fight my own will of choking
'Cause all my shortcomings leave me short of breath
Just like when you said that I'm better off dead
I've been trying my best to feel safe in my skin
Blur the lines to make up for my selfish pretense
I've been trying my best to feel safe in my skin
Blur the lines to make up for my selfish pretense
I've been trying my best to feel safe in my skin
Blur the lines to make up for my selfish pretense
Written by: Brian Lada, Taz Johnson