Hypoxia

Can’t even sleep on it
That’s insomnia
Draining my life
Just like hypoxia.

I’ll tell the truth
But I need to think it through
Somewhere along the line
I fell out of love with you.

Go back to October sixteen
Hairline fracture
Jesus, please help me
Take me in the rapture.

The rug got higher
Uncomfortable to walk upon
I know you can’t feel it
But the mess isn’t gone.

I can’t take it back
I really can’t front
I have to be honest
But I don’t know what I want…

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