Vasovagal Syncope

The count is low and I still hit, all my friends are heroin

The needles make me faint

3 a.m. and I logged in, hurt's my home and I'm a patriot

My weak mind makes me sick

Stop blowing up my phone with confirmation codes

There's nothing for you here except strain on your eyes

Some air for your ego, some ducks to cross your blind

But where's the honor? Shooting from behind

Colors fade, thoughts go dim, body's balance caves within

I should've just stayed home

The air is thick, it clogs my lungs, I envy those who tire their tongues

Their taste buds must get sore

Stop blowing up my phone with confirmation codes

There's nothing for you here except strain on your eyes

Some air for your ego, some ducks to cross your blind

But where's your honor? Shooting from behind

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

But you'll never learn, you'll never grow

Irrational dread consumes the concept of someone who's not fond yet

Of you, oh, of you

You'll never learn, you'll never grow

The cards in your hand are starting to show

The knots in your knees

Were put there by God

To keep you at bay