Short of breath when they're speaking
I'm caught up in their breathing
They're laughing (hey, they're laughing at me)
I'm falling on the ground
Don't worry I'm just manic, sycophantic
Panicking while they talk about their favorite shoes
Messing with my hair for the thousandth time
It's turning grey on the corners (what?) but it's all right (damn)
Stressed out (what?) complaining
Explaining how I'm gaining nothing, but it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
I'm breathing straight lines
They help me stay up all night (I love to stay up all night)
It's been forty-seven hours
But I can't get enough of their mind (damn)
Can't promise I'll remember what you said
I wasn't listening, I never am
It's hard to care about your problems
If my problems don't have the upper hand
Now I'm blinded by streetlights
Caught up in a tight line
I'm flying, and I don't care where we go
In the morning I'll be mourning what I could've done
Should've done, would've done, and didn't do
It's the dopamine that I haven't seen in such a long time
And I feel alive
I'm twenty-five, surprise
It's not a crime, I'm only twenty-five
And I wanna feel alive
Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive
I'm breathing straight lines
They help me stay up all night (I love to stay up all night)
It's been forty-seven hours
But I can't get enough of their mind (damn)
Can't promise I'll remember what you said
I wasn't listening, I never am
It's hard to care about your problems
If my problems don't have the upper hand