Choker / Stressed Out / Migraine / Morph / Holding On To You - Livestream Version

I don't bother anyone

Nervous when I stand

Choking on the circumstance

Only smoking second hand

Cut us open, spread us out

Dry us in the sand

Lay the fibers side-by-side

And you'll begin to understand

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's coming for me

Coming for me

I don't bother anyone

Never make demands

Choking on the circumstance

Self-sabotage is a sweet romance

Seems like all I'm worth is what

I'm able to withstand

Sooner I can realize

That pain is just a middle man

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's coming for me

I see no volunteers

To co-sign on my fears

I'll sign on the line

Alone

I'm gonna change my circumstance

I know I need to move right now

'Cause...

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's coming for me

(Only smoking second hand)

I know it's over

I was born a choker

Nobody's coming for me

Like a little splinter buried in your skin

Someone else can carve it out

But when you've got the pin

It hurts a little less and you can even push it further in

When your body's screaming out

Trust your mind's listening

Like a silhouette that you can barely see

As the shadow casts upon the ground

Where you'll eventually

Lay forever, but the day goes on

The sun moves behind you

You get taller, bolder, stronger

And the rear-view only blinds you

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend

Wake up, you need the money!

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend, money

Wake up, you need to make...

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend

Wake up, you need the money!

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend, money

Wake up, you need to make money!

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink

But now I'm insecure and I care what people think

(My name's Blurryface and I care what you think)

(My name's Blurryface and I care what you think)

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

(Oh) wish we could turn back time

(Oh) to the good old days

(Oh) when our momma sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship

And then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they're laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money!", yeah

We used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship

And then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they're laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money!", yeah!

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

(Oh) wish we could turn back time

(Oh) to the good old days

(Oh) when our momma sang us to sleep

But now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend

Wake up, you need the money!

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend, money

We used to play pretend

Wake up, you need the money!

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face

And above my throat?

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

I-I-I-I've got a migraine

And my pain will range from up down and sideways

Thank God, it's Friday

'Cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays

'Cause Sundays are my suicide days

I don't know why they always seem so dismal

Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle

Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed

Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Let it be said what the headache represents

It's me defending in suspense

It's me suspended in a defenseless test

Being tested by a ruthless examinant

That's represented best by my depress... ing thoughts

I do not have writer's block

My writer just hates the clock

It will not let me sleep

I'll get some sleep when I'm dead

And sometimes death seems better

Than the migraine in my head

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face

And above my throat?

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

But I know we've made it this far (kid, kid, kid, kid)

Hello out there!

Repeat after me now!

Whoa! (Whoa!)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Whoa! (Whoa!)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Can't stop thinking about if and when I'd die

For now I see that 'if' and 'when' are truly different cries

For 'if' is purely panic, and 'when' is solemn sorrow

And one invades today, while the other spies tomorrow

We're surrounded, and we're hounded

There's no 'above,' or 'under,' or 'around' it

For 'above' is blind belief, and 'under' is sword to sleeve

And 'around' is scientific miracle, let's pick 'above' and see

For if and when we go 'above,' the question still remains

Are we still in love, and is it possible we feel the same?

And that's when going 'under' starts to take my wonder

But until that time, I'll try to sing this

If I keep moving, they won't know (hey!)

I'll morph to someone else

What they throw at me's too slow (yeah!)

I'll morph to someone else, I'm just a ghost

I'll morph to someone else

Defense mechanism mode

Hey! (Hey!)

No, no, no! (No, no, no!)

Hey! (Hey!)

No, no, no! (No, no, no!)

I'm just a ghost

I'll morph to someone else

Defense mechanism mode

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith, ooh

(Entertain my faith)

(Entertain my faith)

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith

Entertain my faith