[Intro: Dani Sylvia]
Being here just doesn't feel the same
In my head is where I spend all day
But I don't wanna waste this moon
Wish I could love me the way I love you
Bein' here just doesn't feel the same
In my head is where I spend all day (Yeah)
But I don't wanna waste this moon
Wish I could love me the way I love you
[Bridge: Dani Sylvia & Witt Lowry]
The way I love you
The way I love you
But I don't wanna waste this moon
Wish I could love me the way I love you (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Therapy sessions to deal with the stress
Guess the pain doesn't stop once you got a blue check
Think that I give a fuck 'bout the drama when there's generational trauma
My fam doesn't want to address
People I've never met try to come for my neck
Guess I'm easy to hate, but I'm hard to offend
You see, we could spend all of our time searchin' alternate timelines
And still wouldn't find one where we become friends
New decor for the place where I stay in your head
Is it torture to know you were never contend?
I told Dan, "Send me somethin' that's close to four minutes
'Cause I've got a lot to get off of my chest"
I need depth to connect, I need time to reflect
Listen, I've got some faults that I need to accept
Like the fact that I never check in on my sis
Even though it's as easy as sendin' a text
Guess I always forget, there's no cards ever sent
I lost track of what's truly important again
Used to pray to the Lord to remove all the fake
And then I looked around, there was nobody left
Well, guess I was blessed, Mom says I should rest
Girl says, "Mark, the truth is you're not like the rest"
They told me at best I would work at a desk
Lookin' back, damn, it's funny how people project
I've got vibes to protect, I've got lines to perfect
This is workin' on somethin' 'til nothin' is left
This is somewhere I went when my life was a mess
Time I take all these demons and put 'em to bed
Rip 'em out of my head, they still rip me apart
I still think about when I wrote "Into Your Arms"
See, I poured out my heart
Just for people a couple years later to say, "We just like Ava's part"
They don't care about art, they don't care how it's made
Guess our biggest and best work aren't always the same
See, the difference between being indie and not
Is I keep my percentage and they get the fame
Look, I'll take that trade, cards are close to the vest
See, they're all playin' checkers while I'm playing chess
And since when did we start to steal art from real artists
For follows on TikTok and likes on the Net?
The blatant disrespect is appallin' at best, yeah
You let an AI dictate all the thoughts in your head, yeah
The bulk of your follows are bots, so where are your friends? Yeah
I put in the work and then I let the work do the rest
Being here just doesn't feel the same
In my head is where I spend all day
But I don't wanna waste this moon
Wish I could love me the way I love you
Bein' here just doesn't feel the same
In my head is where I spend all day (Yeah)
But I don't wanna waste this moon
Wish I could love me the way I love you
[Bridge: Dani Sylvia & Witt Lowry]
The way I love you
The way I love you
But I don't wanna waste this moon
Wish I could love me the way I love you (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Therapy sessions to deal with the stress
Guess the pain doesn't stop once you got a blue check
Think that I give a fuck 'bout the drama when there's generational trauma
My fam doesn't want to address
People I've never met try to come for my neck
Guess I'm easy to hate, but I'm hard to offend
You see, we could spend all of our time searchin' alternate timelines
And still wouldn't find one where we become friends
New decor for the place where I stay in your head
Is it torture to know you were never contend?
I told Dan, "Send me somethin' that's close to four minutes
'Cause I've got a lot to get off of my chest"
I need depth to connect, I need time to reflect
Listen, I've got some faults that I need to accept
Like the fact that I never check in on my sis
Even though it's as easy as sendin' a text
Guess I always forget, there's no cards ever sent
I lost track of what's truly important again
Used to pray to the Lord to remove all the fake
And then I looked around, there was nobody left
Well, guess I was blessed, Mom says I should rest
Girl says, "Mark, the truth is you're not like the rest"
They told me at best I would work at a desk
Lookin' back, damn, it's funny how people project
I've got vibes to protect, I've got lines to perfect
This is workin' on somethin' 'til nothin' is left
This is somewhere I went when my life was a mess
Time I take all these demons and put 'em to bed
Rip 'em out of my head, they still rip me apart
I still think about when I wrote "Into Your Arms"
See, I poured out my heart
Just for people a couple years later to say, "We just like Ava's part"
They don't care about art, they don't care how it's made
Guess our biggest and best work aren't always the same
See, the difference between being indie and not
Is I keep my percentage and they get the fame
Look, I'll take that trade, cards are close to the vest
See, they're all playin' checkers while I'm playing chess
And since when did we start to steal art from real artists
For follows on TikTok and likes on the Net?
The blatant disrespect is appallin' at best, yeah
You let an AI dictate all the thoughts in your head, yeah
The bulk of your follows are bots, so where are your friends? Yeah
I put in the work and then I let the work do the rest
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