String Theory

Say nothing to me
But don't keep it discreet

Hear the shotgun blast, get it over with
Feel my lungs collapse just a little bit
And I'll bate my breath, dig into my skin
And pull the parts around, I'm not over it now

And I know I'm always so uptight
A blown fuse, I'm running out of time
I think they're following me
They're always following me
But I'd love to reconnect, talk about it
Don't trust no one, I can live without it
I think they're following me
They're always following me

(Say nothing to me) But I should probably stop sucking up the energy in every room I walk in
Get so apprehensive, everything I do's just stalling (But don't keep it discreet)
Waiting for an answer but I think I should go all in
It's never at the right time
But I don't want this, picture perfect memory's getting a bit exhausting
And every time you bring it up, somebody gets accosted
Throw around the word and leave it hanging by a drawstring
It's never at the right time

I should probably stop sucking up the energy in every room I walk in
Get so apprehensive, everything I do's just stalling
Waiting for an answer but I think I should go all in
It's never at the right time
But I don't want this, picture perfect memory's getting a bit exhausting
And every time you bring it up, somebody gets accosted
Throw around the word and leave it hanging by a drawstring
Only trust my eyesight

How many times will it take until I get it through my head
Something's underneath my bed and I think it wants me (dead)
Don't ask me, just tell me if
I bite down on some lead
It might sound a bit pedantic but I'm not your fucking friend

I'm only an equal if you say so
Disregard what I'm telling you for the payload
Nothing more than a question and now the pace slows down
(It was never my fault)

(Say nothing to me) But I should probably stop sucking up the energy in every room I walk in
Get so apprehensive, everything I do's just stalling (But don't keep it discreet)
Waiting for an answer but I think I should go all in
It's never at the right time
But I don't want this, picture perfect memory's getting a bit exhausting
And every time you bring it up, somebody gets accosted
Throw around the word and leave it hanging by a drawstring
It's never at the right time

What do I even want to say now
I'm getting bored of this routine
With my eyes locked on a screen
What a shame that it has to go to waste now
I'm sure they're tired of being seen
In all of your worst dreams
But that's just life for me