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hypoxia - home bowman lyrics

hear my truth
i’m a bl**dy mess
i’m feeling every song i write
stab me in my chest

you don’t know a f*cking thing
about the sh*t i left
every heart i broke just to
penny pinch the stress

put a smile on and wink
like i’m using crest
hide the animus in cannabis
who want it next?

i just have the better formula
y*intercept
they’re still talking like i’m bad at this
i interject
you think that you’d do better b*tch?
i’d like to see you sweat
i’ll do you worse than back when daddy
used to make you stretch

oh my god…

let’s take it back i was 17 up in garci’s class
saw you were crying in the corner so i came to ask you
what the f*ck was up, it’s something bout that girl ash
i talked you through it, that’s a memory that i cannot bash

another time i was tearing on telegram too rash
you were there to help me through the days i couldn’t last
even when my jaw was clenching chewing on a pencil
i still love you for the moments that we shared in past

i hope the p*ssy was worth it i guess i’m moving on
i got some sh*t to explain but that’s a different song
another topic another day but i’m hanging on
why the f*ck am i still talking about october when

i’m stuck with panic disorder i barely see the sky
i turned my back on so many friends and they wonder why
i’ve burned so many bridges, made so many people cry
even called t***** an anorexic fly
i’m not here to be admired or smile i want an exit
keep the circle small i’ve been smoking and seeking respite
dipping my toes in the water always try to test it
i can’t love another person too much of an investment

breathing quick and my stomach’s growling i might not make it
try to calm with my palm on my heart that feels so vacant
another problem arises a deeper pit that’s inside of me
slowly fall to the side i’m suicidal

the end of my time is near i can almost taste it
a word of advice i would give you is not to waste it
i’m still so young but my body might need replacement
for 7 months i’ve been shrinking to almost weightless

if i make it i promise i will not turn out weak
i’ll write an album so heinous that it’d be leaving streaks
don’t have a title but know that i’ll make it extra bleak
if i don’t make it then f*ck it at least i died to me

- home bowman lyrics

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