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