Lyrics

Can you even hear my voice?
Is it sharp enough to cut through the noise?
I'm sinking into the couch
I don't really wanna be here right now
Paint chipping off of the walls
No way out of the haunted house
Something is getting into me
I feel sea sick, I'm not moving
These people don't even see me
I'm screaming, feel like I'm losing it
I've been trippin' round in circles for a little bit
Tryna figure out what fuckin' day is
Nothing ever changes and you're stuck with it
Yeah, you're stuck with it
I've been here before, bodies on the floor, cold shit
Burning up my throat, staring at the door, focused
I think I should go, buried under smoke, snowed in
I'm feeling so sick, maybe this is hopeless
I've been here before, bodies on the floor, cold shit
Burning up my throat, staring at the door, focused
I think I should go, buried under smoke, snowed in
I'm feeling so sick, maybe this is hopeless
Am I the only one that sees the problem?
In a room with no doors, no clock, time's flying
Don't remember how I got here
Think I'm lost, now I'm stuck
Warped vision, feeling dizzy
Hit the ground and wake up
I've been here before, bodies on the floor, cold shit
Burning up my throat, staring at the door, focused
I think I should go, buried under smoke, snowed in
I'm feeling so sick, maybe this is hopeless
(Hopeless)
Yeah
I'm feeling hopeless
Doors always closing
Yeah (maybe this is hopeless)
Whoa, whoa
(Hopeless)
I'm feeling so sick
Oh shit, everyone's buried in roses
(Maybe this is hopeless)
I've been here before, bodies on the floor, cold shit
Burning up my throat, staring at the door, focused
I think I should go, buried under smoke, snowed in
I'm feeling so sick, maybe this is hopeless
I've been here before, bodies on the floor, cold shit
Burning up my throat, staring at the door, focused
I think I should go, buried under smoke, snowed in
I'm feeling so sick, maybe this is hopeless
Written by: Dylan Paul Forrester, Jared Gaines, Kyle Hollis, Zach Williamson
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