thin air (interlude)

My heart cemented to the floor
I'm flooded over tones galore
Cigarette ash put a hole inside my new shirt
I don't think we're capable of feeling something worse
The sarcasm in his voice could tell that something hurts
Disjointed foundation explains the crooked snare
Existing out of frustration and lack of thicker air
Put two hands around my neck the vice grip there
Your choice wash it down with what you wish fam
everybody on my socials think I give a damn
Now I'm skinny but my chains still make me break the scale
She so pretty but she scare me on her tippy toes
It was heavy past her bedtime I'm out the door