Choker / Stressed Out / Migraine / Morph / Holding on to You (Livestream Version )

I don't bother anyone

Nervous when I stand

Chokin' on the circumstance

Only smokin' secondhand

Cut us open, spread us out

Dry us in the sand

Lay the fibers side-by-side

And you'll begin to understand

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's comin' for me

Comin' for me

I don't bother anyone

Never make demands

Chokin' on the circumstance

Self-sabotage is a sweet romance

Seems like all I'm worth

Is what I'm able to withstand

Sooner I can realize

That pain is just a middleman

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's comin' for me

I see no volunteers to co-sign on my fears

I'll sign on the line

Alone, you're gonna change my circumstance

I know I need to move right now

'Cause I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's comin' for me (only smokin' secondhand)

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's comin' for me

Comin' for me

Like a little splinter buried in your skin

Someone else can carve it out

But when you've got the pin

It hurts a little less and you can even push it further in

When your body's screamin' out

Trust your mind's listenin'

Like a silhouette that you can barely see

As a shadow cast upon the ground where you'll eventually

Lay forever, but the day goes on, the Sun moves behind you

You get taller, bolder, stronger and the rearview only blinds you

(Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

Wake up, you need to make money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

Wake up, you need to make money)

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink

But now I'm insecure and I care what people think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship, and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face

Saying: Wake up, you need to make money, yeah

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship, and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face

Saying: Wake up, you need to make money, yeah

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?

Shadows will scream that I'm alone, oh, oh

I-I-I-I've got a migraine

And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways

Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays

'Cause Sundays are my suicide days

I don't know why they always seem so dismal

Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle

Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed

Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Let it be said what the headache represents

It's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless test

Being tested by a ruthless examinant

That's represented best by my depressing thoughts

I do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock

It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead

And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

But I know, we've made it this far, kid

Can't stop thinking about if and when I die

For now I see that if and when are truly different cries

For if is purely panic and when is solemn sorrow

And one invades today while the other spies tomorrow

We're surrounded and we're hounded

There's no above, or under, or around it

For above is blind belief and under is sword to sleeve

And around is scientific miracle, let's pick above and see

For if and when we go above, the question still remains

Are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?

And that's when goin' under starts to take my wonder

But until that time, I'll try to sing this

If I keep moving, they won't know

I'll morph to someone else

What they throw at me's too slow

I'll morph to someone else

I'm just a ghost

I'll morph to someone else

A defense mechanism mode

I'm just a ghost

I'll morph to someone else

A defense mechanism mode

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith