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letra de self seeker - a1th

[part i]

[verse 1]
sleeping in the bed, like i ain’t broke it in yet
so tired, seeing places i ain’t been yet
so mad over a face i ain’t met yet
i feel static in my chest ‘fore i press send
my back hurt, my head hurt from lack of my legwork
been halving my measures that add on my pressure
i been stuck at a yellow light
chips in my paint keep me up at night

i’m functioning afraid of a power i ain’t pulled towards
tunnel vision only comes when my head sore
chair wheels have just sunk in the floor
disguise has been dusty, don’t know what it’s for
social battery’s been dead for a minute, i’m plugging it and then trip on the cord
stressing myself when i’m seeking mysеlf everywherе but the mirror, sh-t’s clogging my pores
seeking myself in my dreams
and what i get
no one left that agrees
in a room with no walls i can see
scream in it
the walls keep on stretching, the echo is deafening
stuck between all the ties that i’m severing
they’re adjoined at my waist, adding weight to my head and no sense where they’re entering
claustrophobic and open when leavening
[hook]
uh
i’m seeking myself
i been seeking myself
been stuck in a limbo with no one but me
and i don’t need n0body else
three cl!cks of a b-tton and everything gone
so i’ve been avoiding the press
silhouettes have been lacking a face
and trust me this place don’t require a guest

uh
i’m seeking myself
i been seeking myself
been stuck in a limbo with no one but me
and i don’t need n0body else
three cl!cks of a b-tton and everything gone
so i’ve been avoiding the press
silhouettes have been lacking a face
and trust me this place don’t require a guest

[verse 2]
no frame on the picture i’m painting
no say on the sh-t that i’m faking
wearing my heart so they see is the same
as showing off the card up my sleeve
basing me off of opinions of others, so what am i with n0body to please
outrunning myself but got shot in the foot
and that past i’m escaping invading my sleep
my bed has turned into my living room
that notebook scarring up my fingerprint
it’s nothing new
selling myself out when time ain’t constant
i need sumn to do
i’m living in the last week or past month
and wonder why i’m unenthused
[part ii]

[verse 3]
where that hand go?
well, it was never here
leave a print on my back
and i believed in it for years
never-ending white, this room been overwhelming to my ears
stuck inside of my dystopia, ain’t getting out of here

[hook]
uh
i’m seeking myself
i been seeking myself
i live in a limbo with no one but me
and i don’t need n0body else
three cl!cks of a b-tton and everything gone
so i’ve been avoiding the press
silhouettes have been lacking a face
and trust me this place don’t require a guest

[post-chorus]
uh
i’m seeking myself
i been leaving myself
don’t recognize who’s in the mirror, been starting to see that i’m out of my depth
i stepped in that water, the tide pulled me deeper
now that face now my biggest regret
been stuck in this minute for forty-eight months
think it’s time i handle it myself
[verse 4]
i got a ghost hand
that left mine broken (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
that tie been tight around my neck
i cut with both hands (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
i’m superficial, stepping out my room
my program (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
i seek myself for something
yearn for what i don’t have (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
my pulse been slower
but my mind’s on what’s important (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
that distance growing
but i blame it on my door hinge (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
that pebble in my shoe been growing since my fortune (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
seeking for myself but nothing shows itself in me

[outro]
uh
i’m seeking myself
i been seeking myself (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
i live in a limbo with no one but me
and i don’t need n0body else (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
three cl!cks of a b-tton and everything gone
so i’ve been avoiding the press (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
silhouettes have been lacking a face
and trust me this place don’t require-quire-quire-quire (i guess i’ll handle it myself)

i’m seeking myself
i been seeking myself (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
i live in a limbo with no one but me
and i don’t need n0body else (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
three cl!cks of a b-tton and everything gone
so i’ve been avoiding the press (i guess i’ll handle it myself)
silhouettes have been lacking a face
and trust me this place don’t require a guest (i guess i’ll handle it myself)

- a1th

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