Trauma Culture

I've been trying to fit my body through solid objects
I've been trying to find myself but
There's no song left
Sick and tired of my mind
Just mind your own
Can't buy my time back (Mmm)
I'm just trying to pass my hand right through this armrest
Is this bitch alive
Or is she dead inside
Maybe I could be the man waiting by your bed frame
Was he always just the same ghost
Prey to the same game
Drifting shapes outside my bones
Can't mend my own
Can't bend my mind yet (No)
You can try but its a test we fail and we're the subject
Is this bitch alive
Or is she dead inside
Feel my way out
I'm already down
Born face on the ground
Blood dry in my mouth
Feel my way out
I'm already down
Born face on the ground
Blood dry in my mouth
Blood dry in my mouth
Feel my way out
I'm already down (I'm already down)
Born face on the ground
Blood dry in mouth
Feel my way (Feel my way out)
(Already down)
(Born face on the ground)
Blood dry in my mouth
Feel my way out (Feel my way out)
I'm already down (I'm already down)
(Born face on the ground)
Blood dry in my mouth
Feel my way out
I'm already down
Born face on the ground
(Blood dry in my mouth) (Blood dry in my mouth)
Feel my way out
I'm already down
Born face on the ground