Funny how the things that are far away move slowly
And when they're close they look they're gonna attack me
I wanna stay as far away as I can
But they're pulling at me they're grabbing my hands
I'm not ready for the jump
I have second thoughts
Maybe I've run out of luck
What will be at the bottom?
They're coming for me
And I can't stop them
Funny how the things that are far away haunt me
I got comfortable where I am honestly
I'll keep waiting in this limbo all day
Waiting for the day that it all fades away
I'm not ready for the jump
I have second thoughts
Maybe I've run out of luck
What will be at the bottom?
They're coming for me
And I can't stop them
I'll tip toe round the edge
Until the floor meets my head
Then I'll look up ahead
Thankful I'm here instead
I'm not ready for the jump
I have second thoughts
Maybe I've run out of luck
What will be at the bottom?
They're coming for me
And I can't stop them