Lyrics

I’m walking on a tightrope
And looking over
Hard to see the ceiling
When the threat is lower
I’m staring at the wall
Praying on my own downfall
Waiting for that feeling
Of risking it all

Growing mold
no longer twenty years old
And getting played
Blame mars in retrograde
I find it hard to believe I’ll find a path for me
Or that there’s one there at all
Stuck in a fever dream

I’m in a bathroom stall
Praying on my own downfall
I’m done repeating
Throw me a curveball
I think I’ve forgotten how to fly
It’s withering away with every July

Growing mold
no longer twenty years old
And getting played
Blame mars in retrograde
I find it hard to believe I’ll find a path for me
Or that there’s one there at all
Stuck in a fever dream
Growing mold
no longer twenty years old
And getting played
Blame mars in retrograde
I find it hard to believe I’ll find a path for me
Or that there’s one there at all
Stuck in a fever dream