Tomboioi

If i stand tall up on this platform

And i scream out my lungs

If i can reach anyone in any place

Will that mean my work is done?

If i can find something worth dying for

Or feel like dying from what i've become

Will i finally find contentment?

Will that mean anything at all?

There's a wear seen in my eyes

And a strain growing in my throat

And on my fear i am growing calluses

From trying to figure out what i'm here for

But if these songs can make the masses sing,

Then i'll engrave down with blood for ink,

That i am unsure of everything

In this culture of definity

I'm swallowing down whole

Everything that i can hold

And i'm taking in these rhythms

'til my ears fucking explode

Can we just stop these talks of letting go

Let's feel like there's no place else

That matters in the world

I've fought fought fought only to realize

That its not so trivial what we decide to do

So long as we're doing, we're doing

Another "what the fuck", but you expect too much

Life is not the same as the screen

So i scream:

"the only thing that still feels real to me

Are my uncertainties and the air i breathe."

Lets feel like there's

No place else that matters in the world