Real Happiness?

Tunnel vision life, let the void caress me

I'll keep the convo light so you don't think less of me

Might be in different stages, in different places

And my tunnel-like sight always gets the best of me

I'm unhinged with no escape plan

No roots only twig-like branches

Hate to make you wait, hate to make you wait, I-

Hate to make you wait, but

Don't call me up when I don't wanna talk

There's no reception long as I'm still stuck

Stuck in my tunnel vision, vision

(two, three, four)

I'm an open book to strangers

To you I'm a blinding projector

I pick my trauma favourites

Then find someone I can project them onto

And it gets quite complicated

Cause the people I like are the ones I hurt the most

I pick my trauma favourites

Then project that shit

I project that shit on you

Don't call me up when I don't wanna talk

There's no reception long as I'm still stuck

Stuck in my tunnel vision

Don't call me up when I don't wanna talk

There's no reception long as I'm still stuck

Half awake, pretty baked

I'm still going my way

Lost some friends on the way

But I guess that's okay

Who needs real happiness when you can fake it?

Jump around the town, acting like we made it

Worrying bout the time you waste is a mad waste of time

I be worrisome so much of my damn life

Trynna make amends, trynna rig the game

Til' the rules bend, Holding on trynna be everybody's friend

Yea, I pledge to finally let go

Cause the world keeps spinning and

The Fun Never Ends!