Sometimes my fingertips arent good enough
Textures feel better when i brush em against my lips
And i prefer my tea in the summer
In air conditioned rooms where the heat and humidity escapes me
I think i see the world a little differently
Train tracks and jet packs are the soundtrack of my dreams
I'm a little too affected by what i see on tv
My friends hang on my wall to remind me
That i am a subject of humanity
A chapter of reality
And i'm still tryna wrap my head around it
I've told my friends i dont think i'll make it to 30
I'm not suicidal i just dont think it exists
I have this problem where if i cant imagine it i wont do it
And sorry mum but i cant imagine having kids
Oh i think i see things differently
The best thing about that kiss was the look on his face
And the best wine i've ever had was a four dollar bottle of gossips
But i play board games with my friends and they remind me that i
Am subject to them loving me
Am a chapter in our legacy
And i'm still tryna wrap my head around it
I dont know why people live
And at this point i'm too scared to ask
Too many nights of thinking about death
I hope this feeling doesnt last
I dont know why people live
And at this point i'm too scared to ask
Too many nights staring at the ceiling
I hope this feeling doesnt last
I hope this feeling doesnt last