Now I've got this old
Feeling in my chest
Thought I was a ghost
Thought I spoke to death
Devil in a coat
Or the devil in a dress
Thought I had them both
Living in my bed
Living in my head
I was living with the dead
Sitting on the phones
Just to pay the rent
Powder on the nose
Snow on her chest
Tell her I'mma blow
I'm just not there yet
(Way to go)
Might end up alone
If I can't sort the meds
Might end up at home
If I can't meet the ends
Might end up broke
If the words aren't the best
Lungs full of smoke
I'm running out of breath
Standing on the road
Torn by all the stress
Fractures in my soul
Did I manifest
I'm hanging from a rope
That's pulling on my neck