Window Sill

[Intro: Daya] Well, I guess I'm at the end again Back to breaking down on benches Guess I've grown to feel nothing And it seems nothing hurts the broken [Verse 1: Marc Vinyls] I’m all alone I know Got em hating on the kid Everywhere I go I always feel the pressure To put on a show My mind is always racing And my speech is slow Yeah Now I’m in the back of your mind As you hear these words start to trickle down your spine Just sit and unwind And dig so deep so you can find What will one day allow you to shine I said I’m shining Ass titty signing This the new climate When you busy flying private I’m twenty four years old Realizing I'm not there Still I stay looking up to the goats top tier If I’m not in the conversation then stop there Mama once told me that sometimes its not fair If you count me out then homie you just lost there I'mma stay elevating only with the top care [Interlude: Daya] Well, I guess I'm at the end again Back to breaking down on benches Guess I've grown to feel nothing And it seems nothing hurts the broken [Verse 2: Marc Vinyls] And they just wanna know why the world ain't know ya A bit of time’s past but I still need closure I just wanna spend my isolation all sober All this pain here I don’t wanna hear I told ya I don’t wanna hear I told ya For real My mind stay slipping Why the beat stay hitting And I stay wishing that things were different Forced to self reflect through this travel restriction This our mental health that we all here risking So I stay fishing For something to fulfill Myself through these times cooped up by the sill Looking out the window Watching all the rain Ain't nothing but time on my hands guess I can’t complain I guess I can’t complain Guess I can’t complain Look [Outro: Daya] Well, I guess I'm at the end again Back to breaking down on benches Guess I've grown to feel nothing And it seems nothing hurts the broken