Nonsense played a role in playing for money,
and none of what we found at the bottom could pay this off
Entirely debited to the world around,
falling from bottom to top never made a resounding sound.

Choking from the way the air struggles to breathe,
thicker than oxygen, choking from the way the air refuses to leave
From under the gun, I can see the man I couldn’t be
always incriminated for the songs I could never sing

I was better off on my own,
as I poisoned everyone around me
I was better off in my own town,
as I was poised to be everything to those who looked away

How did I get back on this cliff?
Must’ve been from failing to live up to my name the last time you let me.