And "okay" is the main word of my vocabulary
Call it balance but my talent’s disassociating
Thought I was doing good but
I don’t wanna dance, wanna shake and sweat
Gimme extremes, I want all of it
Light a cigarette and then smoke a pack
Could go to therapy but where's the fun in that?
I don’t wanna talk, wanna bite your lip
Gimme extremes, I want all of it
I don’t need no love, need a heart attack
Could go to therapy but where's the fun in that?
Last time I did breath work
I just lost my consciousness
Coach said that it’s all cause of the feelings I suppressed
People think that’s fucked up
First time in a while I felt excitement
Thought I was doing good this whole time
But fuck it I am not fine
I don’t wanna dance, wanna shake and sweat
Gimme extremes, I want all of it
Light a cigarette and then smoke a pack
Could go to therapy but where's the fun in that?
I don’t wanna talk, wanna bite your lip
Gimme extremes, I want all of it
I don’t need no love, need a heart attack
Could go to therapy but where's the fun in that?
WRITERS
Fabian Langer, Rita Bavanati, Ashley Morgan, Thilo Berndt, Lucas Herweg