Testo Overdramatic

I've got words just sitting in my throat
I can not tell you to watch me as a I choke
I know it seems I'm overdramatic
The metaphors inside this makes me sick

Are we ok? Or have things changed oh no
Ill be the brick, tied to your neck
Weighing you down Its everything I want
I'm dying to know, if you let me go

Everyday seems slower than the past
The second hand is dragging in its past
I'm sick to death of every dialogue I've written
they'll keep filling up my mind till there's an explosion

Are we ok? Or have things changed oh no
Ill be the brick, tied to your neck
Weighing you down
Its everything I want
I'm dying to know, if you let me go

I'm dying to know I'm dying to know
I'm dying to know
I'm dying to know if you're coming home..