Every angle you glance, each breath that you breathe, creates a fog in my head
I censor my screams while falling, just so I won’t make you upset
Reboots and rebuttals collide in my mind, they’re invisible tectonic plates
I tell myself to stop constantly thinking, I’m gonna cause an earthquake.
Why are invisible things the most powerful? Germs, implications, and thoughts
You notice a problem when there’s a monsoon, but not necessarily from a raindrop
But raindrops are healthy, they grow the plants, that’s what I always tell myself
Even a monsoon couldn’t drown my fire, though, ‘cause I’ll still end up burning in hell
How could someone as illegitimate as me be expected to act legitimately?
I sit down to write the next best American song, but I just come back to my intuitive melodies
I wonder if people would like my real personality.