Verse 1

It’s almost 12 clock and i just wanna go home
trynna create a reason for me to leave all, forget the troubles and problems, don’t want you think that its something to do with Uni, its not. Cuz i don’t want you to fathom that when i see her it hurts so much that i can’t even work, i promised myself that words won’t fail me anymore, the last time that i spoke to you i felt so stupid, hoped that you’ll forget the whole thing happened, damn i wish you knew i flattened

What other cords i think i pulled, what are the chords i played to think, to clink, to chink to make you blink and notice things that no one can, the weirder the better, remember the things that i’ve stressed huh? i’ve said ugh, i wish that i hadn’t , but this do not matter, i’m left almost shattered. The glass shattered, my brain chattered, i even couldn’t hold myself, i told my friends that we couldn’t talk no more so they thought that i sold them off, and now they’re mad, they hate my guts, i do not blame them, come on, i hate me too, and we have that in common

Chorus

If you got a second chance
and you could go home.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.
(And i know just the way out, its)
It's just medicine.
It's just medicine.

Verse 2

So, we’re off to 2nd verse, you thought it couldn’t get worse, but it does, and its terse, nah, how could be terse , my life just dispersed, so many pieces i need to connect them back to find remains that seem so out of place, yes, and every single one of them is out of place, you’re out of place, my mind is hot, i will not face another case, disgraced where i’ll be labeled as an outer spaced. I’m spaced enough, you think i’m fool? I see you people laugh and smile but then i turn, you turn to evil , do some things that wouldn’t dream of

Or am i so psychotic ugh, i make up things, to make my life a bit less static. I have no one to tell this to so i go so erratic, dramatic changes become a fanatic, fantasies of a place where everyone isn’t based on being so systematic

Hook:

When everything in the world is bold and feels so real
You trynna make up a world where nothing could ever be a
predicted by people, but then you realise that yah, alone and no is there to , help you create your fanta-sy

My fantasy, 
i cannot be wrong,
i cannot be stronger,
my life almost over,
if i give u-up

Give u-up
I cannot give up,
You’ll eat me alive,
and i’ll not become myself
i’ll be just like you, i will be just like you-u 
like 8 billion people

Confessed

Build You Up- Kim Taylor

Sleeping At Last: Touch.

when will i feel this
as vivid as it truly is,
fall in love in a single touch,
and fall apart when it hurts too much?
can we skip past near-death clichés
where my heart restarts, as my life replays?
all i want is to flip a switch
before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
i know, i know- the sirens sound
just before the walls come down.
pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
predicting God as best he can,
but God i want to feel again.
rain or shine, i don’t feel a thing,
just some information upon my skin.
i miss the subtle aches when the weather changed,
the barometric pressure we always blamed.
all i want is to flip a switch
before something breaks that cannot be fixed.
invisible machinery,
these moving parts inside of me
well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time,
leaving only rust behind.
well i know, i know- the sirens sound
just before the walls come down.
pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
predicting God as best he can,
but God i want to feel again,
oh God i want to feel again.
down my arms, a thousand satellites
suddenly discover signs of life.

Touch Sleeping At Last

Ulysses Alvarez Laviada