Why do my best songs come from things I should forget
Immortalizing memories to get them off my chest
Now I realize what I hold in my hand
If someone can relate is it worth clearing my head
Is it worth it in the end, worth it in the end

We meet again
I'm tired of love I'm tired of hate
Trace to the spiral's end
I'm tired of clout I'm tired of fame

How did I get here
How did I get this deep
What did I leave behind
What did I think I'd find

The different shapes become a part of me
The gridlines take the place of everything
Play my feelings out like a symphony
All the fear and doubt like a symphony

I'm tire of clout I'm tired of fame
Cash rules everything around me

We meet again
I'm tired of love I'm tired of hate
Trace to the spiral's end
I'm tired of clout I'm tired of fame

The different shapes become a part of me
The gridlines take the place of everything
Play my feelings out like a symphony
All the fear and doubt like a symphony

Is this a grave that I dug myself
To stop the dreaming don't trust your feelings
Take me to war to protect this hell
Their love is fleeting
They spin a smile just to bleed me dry
But you won't listen
They cut me up into pieces just to bleed me dry
No repercussions
They cut me up into pieces just to bleed me

How did I get here
How did I get this deep
What did I leave behind
What did I think I'd find

Cash rules everything around me

The different shapes become a part of me
The gridlines take the place of everything
Play my feelings out like a symphony
All the fear and doubt like a symphony