It’s Your Ceiling

I’d erase you if I could
But I don’t wanna be misunderstood
The odds aren't good
We’re lower than the ground, you stand on wood
As hard as you are

I’m seeing static all the time
It’s only second to the dirt I’d effortlessly find
In your mind
Can’t feel can’t reveal my bleakest side
It’s a lie

Looks like I fell behind
Go ahead, be misled if you’re inclined
Take your time
Incidentally, you’ve wasted most of mine

Got this slow, blissful bleeding
If that’s what you want
Oh, at my low, it’s your ceiling

I’d erase you if I could
But it’s too late to be misunderstood
The odds aren't good
We’re lower than the ground, you stand on wood
As hard as you

Got this low, bitch for bleeding
If that’s what you want
Oh, at my low, it’s your ceiling
Is that what you want

Got this low, bitch for bleeding
If that’s what you want
Oh, at my low, it’s your ceiling
Is that what you want