BURDEN / WORRY - Intellectual

“I decided I was going to

Ride up this steep hill

Carrying you with me”

“Who said that you could decide that?

I don’t wanna be just a burden for you!”

Please give me a minute

I got a bit on my mental

Stuck alone praying inside

All up in the temple

Every single step that I take

Feel like I ain’t level

I’m ready to die

But feels like there’s hope for me

Still, I tremble

My OPEN EARS are telling me

“Shit’ll happen eventually”

Potentially, I tell ’em

Affecting them detrimentally

Made out to be the enemy

Calling for love so helplessly

Too worried that my troubles

Will slowly become my weaponry

Now when I lie

Ain’t no more worries for when I talk

And up until I cry

Say I’m okay and that I can walk

But when I wanna try

Feels like I’m trapped inside of a box

With this intensity

I’m falling from irreversible shock

Say “don’t think about it”

Feeling some turbulence

Need to scream and shout it

Weak without it

All on my lonesome

Don’t mean to be theatric

Beat it out of me

And I sleep

So I try to dream about it

Now I cannot breath

Got me terrified

I’m afraid of drowning

(And now I-)

I wanna say something (Should I say something?)

As I’m falling (As I’m falling)

And I think that you are with me (Are you with me?)

But still I worry way too much cuz—

I don’t wanna burden, burden, burden you (With my thoughts)

I don’t wanna burden, burden, burden you (I don’t wanna burden you)

I wanna say something (Should I say something?)

As I’m falling (As I’m falling)

And I think that you are with me (Are you with me?)

But still I worry way too much cuz—;

I don’t wanna burden, burden, burden you (With my thoughts)

I don’t wanna burden, burden, burden you

(I don’t wanna burden, I don’t wanna burn, I don’t wanna)

Got a lot of—;

Dead weight

Hanging off my neck

I paid a couple of debts

Off of my very last show

But there’s nothing left

Yet people want my breath

I feel it’s wasted on the microphone

I wasted my check on

But what does it really matter

When the ink runs dry?

I could get wasted again

Just fine

Keep spiraling a couple of times

This tetracyclic vibe

I’m on a double dose

On half time

I swear, I swear I’ll be fine

Just drop me off

Before you reach the baseline

I’d rather be half-baked

Than underdelivered

With one comes progress

The other a promise

That’s failed

So used to the way it feels

That when it’s anything else

The word to use is “unreal”

At birth a pact is made:

“The only certain is death”

And with the weight of these stones

I keep on holding every breath

(And now I-)