SOMETIMES QUIET IS VIOLENT / I FIND IT HARD TO HIDE IT
the silence is deafening and
we are the only ones left in the room
I don't quite know what to think
let alone what to say to the face that broke me
MY PRIDE IS NO LONGER INSIDE / ITS ON MY SLEEVE MY SKIN WILL SCREAM
I couldn't breathe and
my thoughts were overwhelming me
I didn't know what to do and
you just sat in a chair and watched me die
REMINDING ME / OF WHO I KILLED INSIDE MY DREAM
and the feeling of pulling the trigger
but not on anyone else
only myself but
that isn't any better
I HATE THIS CAR THAT IM DRIVING / THERES NO HIDING FOR ME
"car radio"
by 21 pilots
