Talk Me Down // Troye Sivan
rain down and destroy me
I donāt know if I am dying or living
we had to steal him from his fate so he could see another day
he pretends heās okay but you should see him in bed, late at night, heās petrified
itās time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine.
what have I become? Iām sorry.
ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again
one half of my heart is free/the other half of my heartās asleep
I have committed dirty dirty crimes
you would do almost anything just to feel free, am I right?
the windowsill looks really nice, right?
Iām forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real
am I screaming to an empty sky?
weāre going too fast, fast, save us now!
youāre not who youāre supposed to be. this is not what youāre supposed to see
my treehouse is on fire and for some reason I smell gas on my hands
I will fear the night again, I hope Iām not my only friend.
on my enemies I wouldnāt wish who I was
Iād live for you and thatās hard to do, even harder to say when you know itās not true
shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts
I look outside, see a whole world better off without me in it, trying to transform it
I want to be known by you.