I'm not so nihilist I still hold on to us If your lips set fire then Woah Yeah, I miss you and your Awful, wishful point of view I can't catch my breath when I'm running out on my own And I'm not so nihilist 'Cause I still hold on to us If your lips set fire then I guess I'm burning up You got me stuck on the internet, tryna make it outside I call your phone and then hang up, it's just to say that I tried I'm really gone off a bottle and fucking off on my head Talking 'bout shit that don't matter to someone I'ma forget, oh, fuck But this time, we're going down with this ship I know that this time, I won't get high and forget 'Cause when I'm fucked up, I lose the best of my senses I'm back on my antics, yeah But I miss you and your Awful, wishful point of view I can't catch my breath when I'm running out on my own And I'm not so nihilist 'Cause I still hold on to us If your lips set fire then I guess I'm burning up Guess I'd never learn to let go, there we go I don't know what you want But I miss you and your Awful, wishful point of view I can't catch my breath when I'm running out on my own And I'm not so nihilist 'Cause I still hold on to us If your lips set fire then I guess I'm burning up Miss you and your Awful, wishful point of view I can't catch my breath when I'm running out on my own