I'm thinking 'bout what life could be
If it was like the one that I saw in my dream
I hope that it would be different
I wanna see real things that are not already inside of me
Hold on to what I got
It's everything to me
I gotta keep it all
Nautilus shell hoarding
Another day I don't think I can take
I keep what I got, so it doesn't go to waste
Hot wires, everything, uh, plugged up into my brain 'cause
I don't gain anything from being alive
Am I addicted to the way I'm stuck in place?
There's not a single movement I can even make
I try to move my arms, but I can feel them breaking
I'm too tired to see what I'm mistaking to be real
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I'm thinking 'bout what life could be
If it was like the one that I saw in my dream
I hope that it would be different
I wanna see real things that are not already inside of me
Hold on to what I got
It's everything to me
I gotta keep it all
Nautilus shell hoarding
Another day I don't think I can take
I keep what I got, so it doesn't go to waste
Hot wires, everything, uh, plugged up into my brain 'cause
I don't gain anything from being alive
Am I addicted to the way I'm stuck in place?
There's not a single movement I can even make
I try to move my arms, but I can feel them breaking
I'm too tired to see what I'm mistaking to be real
I'm too tired to see what I'm mistaking to be real
Hot wires, everything, uh, plugged up into my brain 'cause
I don't gain anything from being alive
Am I addicted to the way I'm stuck in place?
There's not a single movement I can even make
I try to move my arms, but I can feel them breaking
I'm too tired to see what I'm mistaking to be real
I'm too tired to see what I'm mistaking to be real