Stranger Nico Collins

Three strikes but I need another antidote
So high even though I think I burned my throat
Need to silence, all the words, better left unsaid
I would rather be a liar, than revel in the fire
Of a fragile mind
But it isn’t mine, no
But it isn’t mine

Red eyes looking back at what I reminisce
Tryna find what I did to turn me into this
I’ve seen better days, rolling on a better lane
Where did I go wrong?
It’s been raining for a while
Clouded in denial
I've been overthrown
This is not a home, no
This is not a home

Medicate me I don’t want your empty help
I already have these conversations with myself
Don’t you dare say you know where I’m coming from
You know me just as well as the stranger I’ve become

I’m fine, but I need to take another hit
Just tired, but I know that I’m so full of shit
Cracks in the mirror make it even clearer
So I turn my head
I’m an illustrated pretense
Begging for a recess
Drowning in the low
Carried by the undertow
The undertow