I can't get a word in with myself send every kind of help
It's like graffiti on my face marking the time and places I
Thought I was the center, the center of the center
I could have done it better, blame it on the weather
In an opinionated hell
Where everyone tries to sell their very existence in a jar
And blending in is harder than
Living in the center, the center of the center
I could've done it better if only I'd remembered
I'm breaking under pressure cuz nothing is foreber
I feel traces of joy, I'm a broken toy and I will try
I will keep it inside for life
Living in the center
Living in the center
Living in the center, the center of the center