CIVIC FK7

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00:00I've been drinking way too much just to feel like I'm okay

00:13Mirrors crack but it still shows the same face every day

00:16Mama calling, I don't pick up, I don't know what I say

00:19Guess I made it but it's empty when you walk a silent stage

00:22I bought a house up in the hills but it don't feel like home

00:25My phone won't stop but all this noise just makes me feel alone

00:28All these diamonds on my wrist, they can't chill my bones

00:31And all these people in my life still I feel unknown

00:34No one knows me like they think they do

00:38Smiling the light, crying in my room

00:41Bottles on the floor, pain I never show

00:44Hiding in the glow

00:47And I've been running for myself so low

00:50Built these walls so they can see what's wrong

00:53Fame don't fix the soul, I swear it shows

00:57That no one really knows

01:01Me

01:02All these songs I write are just letters I can't send

01:05Every verse another version of a friend I could amend

01:08They cheer my name but it don't hit when the lights go dead

01:11Cause when the music fades I still hear what I never said

01:14Limo rising late night shows feeling overblown

01:17Silver chains can't wrap the pain when you're all alone

01:20Talking like they know my life through a microphone

01:23But I'm just trying to find a peace I can call my own

01:27No one knows me like they think they do

01:29Smiling the light, crying in my room

01:32Bottles on the floor, pain I never show

01:36Hiding in the glow

01:39And I've been running for myself so long

01:43Built these walls so they can see what's wrong

01:46Fame don't fix the soul, I swear it shows

01:49That no one really knows

01:53Me

01:54Yeah, I got gold records but a hollow chest

01:58Some nights I feel like I ain't got nothing left

02:01Wish I could trade it off for a little rest

02:04Or maybe someone who don't care about the press

02:07No one knows me like they think they do

02:11Faking every laugh, sinking in the truth

02:14Tears on the leather seat, I drive alone

02:17To a place I don't know

02:20And I've been running for myself so long

02:23Built these walls so they can see what's wrong

02:26If I disappear, will they even know

02:30That no one really knows

02:34Me

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