Tomboioi

If I stand tall up on this platform
And I scream out my lungs
If I can reach anyone in any place
Does that mean my work is done?
If I can find something worth dying for
Or feel like dying from what I've become
Will I finally find contentment?
Will that mean anything at all?

There's a wear seen in my eyes
And a strain growing in my throat
And on my feat I am growing calluses
From trying to figure out what I'm here for
But if these songs can make the masses sing
Then I'll engrave down with blood for ink
That I am unsure of everything
In this culture of divinity

I'm swallowing down whole
Everything that I can hold
And I'm taking in these rhythms
'till my ears fucking explode
Can we just stop these talks of letting go
Let's feel like there's no place else
That matters in the world

I've fought fought fought only to realize
That it's not so trivial what we decide to do
So long as we're doing, we're doing
Another "what the fuck" what you expect
Life is not the same as the screen
So I scream
"the only thing that still feels real to me
Are my uncertainties and the air I breathe"

Let's feel like there's no place else
That matters in the world

I'm swallowing down whole
Everything that I can hold
And I'm taking in these rhythms
'till my ears fucking explode
Can we just stop these talks of letting go
Let's feel like there's no place else
That matters in the world