[ Featuring Mister Brightside ]
Nobody to come on over
Nobody to count on when I'm here
The cycles are changing order
The time from the clock begins to veer
A pessimist you're hard headed overthinking on the the fact on what still
Kind of crazy my assumptions from the press was false for what is real spill
And I ain't even know the shit you wanna talk about but I ain't reeling
And I ain't even know I couldn't breath but I know I ain't bleeding
Tell me something I don't really feel I'm moving passed what I was dealt (f*ck)
Break the stigma, fight the feeling, dap me up about my mental health (huh?)
Season changes, mind is jaded, zoning out a count, could you tell?
I don't think you're getting to me, run about me, take my hand and yell
Nobody to come on over
Nobody to count on when I'm here
The cycles are changing order
The time from the clock begins to veer
Given up on everything, I guess it needs to die
There's no reason to cling to those I leave behind
Cycles change, I rearrange
Now, tell me what it means to me
Dealing with the ghosts so close to home only eats at me
What you need?
I need to be alone, it's owed indeed
Been swimming in the open, soulless seas
Forgiving myself, trynna grow in peace
So, would you mind?
I need a day
I just need to fade away
Nobody to come on over
Nobody to count on when I'm here
The cycles are changing order
The time from the clock begins to veer
