Throwing Up On The Balcony Video (MV)

I'm at the bridge you've crossed before
Look up to you like '16
I hardly even care anymore
Then I see it all in my bloodstream
Watch me through my eyes, I regret it
The more I think, the less I get it
Comparison's good company
Like a thief with fine jewelry
But I can't help it hardly
It's contained in a part of me
I'm throwing up on the balcony
I look down on trucks and their canopies
The underside can be beckoning
The underside you could sell to me
Fickle thoughts I can't identify
Reflection darts away before my eyes
Reward myself with something real nice
Empty plate, pearlescent white
Romanticizing the sickening
The wasted years' disdain trickling
I'm sorry for any ill will and bickering
I'd tell your friend in passing
My talking shielded the pain
Cover my body in sweat and shame
Late hindsight, did we play the same game
Did you have an upper hand
Do you mean what you say
It's contained in a part of me
I'm throwing up on the balcony
I look down on trucks and their canopies
The underside can be beckoning
The underside you could sell to me