Gabriel J. Wheeler - The Whip Lyrics

Pent up tectonic plates, ready to release
Sweet little nothings that can't put my mind at ease
I don't sleep well at night, staring up into the stars
Wind rushing through the backyard
The freeway and the cars are so loud

Eating next to nothing, almost every day
As if I had the money, and could make the voices go away
I've never felt like I'm so insane
And I know that I'm nothing but a worthless waste of space
I haven't seen the sun in seven days

I'm so tired of thinking about all the ways that everything can go wrong
And sure I'd like to change but then how would I write all these sad songs that make me feel like I belong
Even if I know that I'm wrong