Filling up your silence with my nonsensical chatter
Stealing all the air that you don't use
Overcompensation only makes me that much sadder
I'm pulling at your sleeve but you don't move
Our quiet isn't comfy anymore
I'm freezing in the coldest kind of warm
Things are going south, but I'm directionally challenged
Blissfully unconscious of the obvious imbalance
Pushing up the boulder, it's a treacherous climb
This is probably the hill, where I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
(On this hill)
I'm gonna die
(On this hill)
Lying through my teeth when I say I'm not overthinking
Like maybe if I play it off real cool
You might try to find me underneath what we're not speaking
Digging up a grave that's 5 foot 2
Our quiet isn't easy anymore
I'm losing in the coldest kind of war
Things are going south but I'm directionally challenged
Blissfully unconscious of the obvious imbalance
Pushing up the boulder, it's a treacherous climb
But this is probably the hill, where I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
(Oh I will)
I'm gonna die
(On this hill)
I'm gonna die
(Oh I will)
I'm gonna die
(On this hill)
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
