Testo The Comedown

I don’t tick too many boxes
All my flags are kinda beige
Setting six alarms ‘cause I can’t even trust myself to wake up
When I’m sleeping alone

Been thinking lately that I’m broken
Like there’s some rot inside my head
Think my thumbs are made of magnets ‘Cause I can’t seem to lift them up and take them off my phone

This is the comedown
The sound of nothing is sick
I’m screaming just for the sake of numbing it out
I’m either feeling it all or nothing

Oh no I think I’m losing my shit
In slo-mo, I went to blink but I missed it
In pursuit of a purpose
In pursuit of a person
Could be so close, how would I ever know?

You don’t tick too many boxes
All your friends are kinda beige Let’s fake that we’re in love
I made some room for us
Until we stumble on foreign feelings

This is the comedown
I’m saying cynical shit
I’ll stick it out for the bit
Numbing it out
We’re either feeling it all or nothing

Oh no I think I’m losing my shit
In slo-mo, I went to blink but I missed it
In pursuit of a purpose
In pursuit of a person
Could be so close, how would I ever know?
Oh no a public panic attack at my own show
I saw you leave out the back
In pursuit of a purpose
In pursuit of a person
Roaming Soho to find your chokehold