How the hell am I supposed to feel?
Hope I swim good, fuck the deal
If I fall, I'ma take it down like a pill
Why you show me that cold love? Hate the chill
Pressure down my spine, oh, yeah
It's all good, it's not real, it's 4-9
It's all nothing, no, no
And maybe you'll find a way
To keep me afloat when I can't
But you know I won't
'Cause you know I'll
Fall too deep, too deep to get outta here
Too deep, too deep to get outta here
House burnt down, burnt down to the fucking ground
I don't even care now if I make it out
Can't get out my head, it's the atmosphere
Colors change, blue grass like the Lumineers
I'm too deep, too deep to get outta here
Too deep, too deep to get outta here
And how do we make it out alive?
I know something, I know something, I know we've been here before
Cursed you out and then you haunt my shit and leave me furthermore
In the dark with this pressure, is it over yet, my dear?
Call on God, maybe tarots and cards deliver me from fear
I know something, she said something
Orange, yellow, white, and red
I keep waiting, smoking, praying
That I won't fall outta heaven no more
No more
Maybe you'll find a way
To keep me afloat when I can't
'Cause you know I won't
'Cause you know I'll
Fall too deep, too deep to get outta here
Too deep, too deep to get outta here
House burnt down, burnt down to the fucking ground
I don't even care now if I make it out
Can't get out my head, it's the atmosphere
Colors change, blue grass like the Lumineers
I'm too deep, too deep to get outta here
Too deep, too deep to get outta here
How do we make it out alive?
And how do we make it?
Are we committed? No
Are you really here to ride or die?
Ain't no way we're coming out alive
Is this what you want?
Now for the moment, whoa
Why are we reckless when we care so much?
We never plan to get our hearts involved
I just hope that we're ready if we fall
Fall too deep, too deep to get outta here
Too deep, too deep to get outta here
House burnt down, burnt down to the fucking ground
I don't even care now if I make it out
Can't get out my head, it's the atmosphere
Colors change, blue grass like the Lumineers
I'm too deep, too deep to get outta here
Too deep, too deep to get outta here
How will we make it out alive?
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