Space, if you're asking me, is bullshit
It's only in place to prove we're farther apart than we know it
And time, if you're asking me, is a lie
It's only there to move us faster and faster, filed in a straight line
And it feels right as it should be
And it's real, real as it could be
But the weight on my brain is unusually heavy
So I'm waiting, waiting to be free from thinking too heavy
And faith, if you're asking me, it's a shame
To trust somebody more than you trust in yourself, just so you can feel safe
But I, I don't mind
I've stopped, stopped trying to understand it
And it feels right as it should be
And it's real, real as it could be
But the weight on my brain is unusually heavy
So I'm waiting, waiting to be free from thinking too heavy
The weight that's on my brain is more than I can take
The weight that's on my brain, no
And it feels right as it should be
And it's real, real as it could be
But the weight on my brain is unusually heavy
So I'm waiting, waiting to be free from thinking too heavy
Thinking too heavy
Thinking too heavy