Let this be a note to myself
The next me turn into somebody else
Hear this in a couple of years or days
Not sure what the hell i was tryna say
Used to think I was supposed to be true to me
Strip down and leav my mask on the floor
I swapped my face out for a flatter one
Chalk white n all the feeling gone
Does it ever stop itchin
Does the scratchin ever help
Trust we'll find ourselves in symbols
Trust we find truths in our myths
There it goes] a sweetand sudden kiss of vertigo
The south wall might as well be the floor
Hand out stretched but i don't aim to break the fall
Just reachin o-o-u-ttth