On it goes
Keep that scroll
We’ve become so good at pretending
Empty smiles
A million miles
Oh the pretty lights are so blinding
Take my hand and make me see
All the things I’m supposed to be
But I need
Something realer more than just a broken screen
Where the likes mean more than livin out my dreams
Need an empty battery to set me free
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
Fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that I’m ok with that
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
Fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that I’m ok with that
So easily persuaded
And I consume the hand that feeds me
So easily jaded
Ya know them pretty lights are so blinding
Know it ain’t healthy
But ya got a habit
Livin’ on a fantasy to be a star
Fuck the validation
Struggle for attention
God’s like you know who you are
Something realer more than just a broken screen
Where the likes mean more than livin out your dreams
Need an empty battery to set you free
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
Fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that, I fell off I’m alright with that
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
I fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that
Fell off I’m alright I’m ok with that, I’m ok with that
I’m alright with that
I just feel so free
I’m ok with that, are you?