[Verse 1]

Ay

Trees lose their green after spring

Plants wilt away and leave their own seed

Animals burrow up and sleep

Yet I'm here struggling to make it through the damn week

[Verse 2]

Romanticizing death

The reapers seems so tender sweet

Taking in the weak for eternal peace

Tearing them away from their heavy baggage

Including the ugly flesh and meat

Leaving the catacombs we call bones

[Pre-Chorus]

Better off

By myself

I need space

Ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh

[Chorus]

I'm countin' on

My selfish doubts

To choreograph

The perfect out

[Verse 3]

You see me fallin' beneath your feet

Ya see me crawlin' away from here

I see the alter followin' me

I tried to argue, ay, but it would never help

[Pre-Chorus]

I need this time to myself

I need time to myself

[Chorus]

I'm countin' on

My selfish doubts

To choreograph

The perfect out

[Bridge]

Ay, ay, ay

Made my bed

Cleared my head

Closed my eyes

Let me rest

Fuck the help

Fuck my friends

Fuck my life

Let me end

[Pre-Chorus]

I think, I think, I think

I think I need this time to myself

I need time to myself

[Chorus]

I'm countin' on

My selfish doubts

To choreograph

The perfect out