I don't wanna throw my hands up
'Cause I already answered all your calls
It ain't nothing, pull my pants up
It's a long way down, so I won't
Fall any deeper
Blood on my t-shirt
I'll put my soul in a bag for the reaper
Call for a feature
Said I won't leave her
I'd kill myself just to say I don't need her
It's a place I cannot go
A place I used to call my home
Those things you said were they for show?
Cause I hope not but I don't know
Is there anything to feel?
Is there anything that's real?
Is there anything to feel?
Is there anything that's real?
I'm not one for all the banter
But I read your text and I'm appalled
I don't even wanna stand up
'Cause the world feels like it's way too small
Anything to feel
Anything that's real
Anything
Any