NOSEDIVE

Too tired to take my shoes off

Lying in my room think I got a mood on

Put some tunes on, tryna flip a neutron

Some days I see light, others think I'm too gone

I finish work, heading home and the traffic's shit

Cars a canvas of coke cans and bags of crisps

Cook dinner, chicken nuggets, peas and some chips

Life's glamorous, just how I imagined it

Sick artist slash sarcastic prick

Slurring my words like it's blasphemous

Working a verse with fang of basilisk

Forecast in my mind, a disaster risk

There's a red warning, dark clouds forming

Something stored dormant, hear it in the wind calling

Rain starts pouring and I keep stalling

I'll assess the damage if I wake up in the morning

Fly high then straight into a nosedive

I try but I feel like my soul died

Fly high then straight into a nosedive

I try but I feel like my soul died

Glass half full of ether

Life's a bad bitch, my mamacita

Cold sweats, leaking out my t-shirt

Red warning, storms in Ibiza

Something forming in my mind's eye

Fork of lightning, fracturing the night sky

I'm that fat slug living in the hive mind

I was rotten from the start, that's just hindsight

Oh my, my mind's kinda lo-fi

Canary singing notes high in a coal mine

Cosign my demise with the rope tied

I've been so tired, I've been so tired

Fly high then straight into a nosedive

I try but I feel like my soul died