I really need to talk with you

I keep stepping on the vein that keeps my lifeline flowing through

I wanna be your perfect stick of glue

But I don't feel perfect at all

Sad and insecure, flawed

Yea, I find it hard to hold conversations

I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away

No, it's not you, it's strictly me in this situation

But I'm wondering will it ever go away

Just go away, still



Chorus:

Sometimes I feel like weeping

Awake and when I'm sleeping

Perfecting how to put a game face on

And this puzzle I've been keeping

Has been in hiding, creeping

Out the closet door

Spilling out onto the floor

How long will I be picking up the pieces?

How long will I be picking up my heart?



Listen, I'll be as honest as I feel

I feel like I'm getting more paranoid

Cuz I'm hearing things and they never turn out real

It feels like my heart is made of pure steel

It just feels so heavy all the time

I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living

Shit, I gave up on the past cuz it's unforgiving

I misplaced my trust

I watch my word begin to rust

I'm that balloon about to bust

I need a place for reliving, still



Chorus



How long, in another space and time

Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind

How long, did I know so hard to find

Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind



C'mon

Whoa Whoa X6

But I still walk on