Lyrics: Jordan Lindley
Music: Jordan Lindley
Laying in my bed
Convinced that I'm the only one awake
Inside this house
The world, or outer space
Window switching bumble, tinder
Instagram, and all the other
shit that shows
A body with a face
I toss and I turn and I try to forget her name
and earlier I asked if God
Would rid me of excessive thought
Obsessing's never really got me far
So I search for signs
I check the walls
X's, lines, or siren calls
Anything to silence me will do
Ignoring that the lack thereof
could mean as much, or more, than signs do
Leaving them on read
Pretending I'm someone that's cold and cool
I bought a juul to be like Sasha Sloan
Mental switches leave me wishing
I could want you less and grow
Even though I still don't know what changed
I lost my turn, but I can't unlearn the game
So earlier I asked if God
Would rid me of excessive thought
Obsessing's never really got me far
So I search for signs
I check the walls
X's, lines, or siren calls
Anything to silence me will do
Ignoring that the lack thereof
could mean as much, or more, than signs do
Earlier I asked if God
Would rid me of excessive thought
Obsessing's never really got me far
So I search for signs
I check the walls
X's, lines, or siren calls
Anything to silence me will do
Ignoring that the lack thereof
could mean as much, or more, than signs do
Ignoring that the lack thereof
could mean as much, or more, than signs do