Snacking - Quincy Lyrics

Here I sit and here I wait for the ashen smog to cover over me
I will say what you won't say
It's a black smoke cloud, a one-two on display

I can't hear you out when I'm trapped beneath a mountain of self doubt
But so far I haven't learned a thing about...

What's it take to feel alive, cause I'm wound up tighter than a coil tonight
And all this time you were right, so I'll wait to pass along

I can barely breathe after countless nights when I've swallowed my own teeth
Piled up inside with the better part of me

They just keep piling up