Lyrics: Patrick King/Ben O’Sullivan
Music: Patrick King/Ben O’Sullivan/Brandon Nembhard
Yeah, yeah
I’m no help
I'm no help, I'm no
Isn't it easy?
What do you think?
I been staring at the wall now, trying not to blink
Seven more down and I say sink
Man, these trees keep keeping me inside, yeah, I can't win
When you're busy watching streams, you can't see the ripples
And when nothing's what it seems, you don't seem to fit
We been holding onto dreams since we were little
Who knew the paper printed was just counterfeit
Stories tall, people get it like the common cold
Now they're getting sick of me, not putting out while I roll
I got vunerabilities caught in words behind my teeth
Only when I breathe, do I let them live
I've got too many people on speed dial, yet we don't speak till it's me who speaks out
Meanwhile, at the show, it's on the stage, what I know from the page it's not only me who speaks
It's a strange feeling seeing how the pay appeals and the house you built
Only for the smoke
Isn't it easy?
What do you think?
I been staring at the wall now, trying not to blink
Seven more down and I say sink
Man, these trees keep keeping me inside, yeah, I can't win