There’s a line like a borderline created by the shore
Like a needle lined up to your eye threaded in one go
A classroom emptied by a shot from a rifle down the hall
Played out through an intercom it wasn’t there at all
There’s a pyramid scheme that I’m selling to myself
The crippling belief that there is nothing else
That began so quiet I couldn’t hear it coming
But it’s here now
But it’s here now
There’s a way we navigate our lives after we go
Down a rabbithole of guilt and shame you’re painted from head to toe
An attic cleaned out of the things that your parents deemed to keep
One day cleaned out of your things
When did I become this mountain of misery
At an elevation where you can hardly breathe
An ascent so slow you couldn’t feel it coming
But it’s here now
But it’s here now
But it’s here now
There’s a line like a borderline created by the shore