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