Home Bowman - Hypoxia lyrics

Hear my truth i'm a bloody mess
I'm feeling every song I write
Stab me in my chest

You don't know a fucking thing
About the shit I left
Every heart I broke just to
Penny pinch the stress

Put a smile on and wink
Like I'm using Crest
Hide the animus in cannabis
Who want it next?

I just have the better formula y-Intercept
They're still talking like I'm bad at this
I interject

You think that you'd do better bitch?
I'd like to see you sweat
I'll do you worse than back when Daddy
Used to make you stretch

Oh my God

Let's take it back I was
17 up in Garci's class
Saw you were crying in the corner
So I came to ask you what the fuck was up
It's something bout that girl ash
I talked you through it
That's a memory that I cannot bash

Another time I was tearing
On telegram too rash
You were there to help me through
The days I couldn't last
Even when my jaw was clenching
Chewing on a pencil
I still love you for the moments
That we shared in past

I hope the pussy was worth it
I guess I'm moving on
I got some shit to explain
But that's a different song
Another topic another day but I'm hanging on
Why the fuck am I still
Talking about October when

I'm stuck with panic disorder I
Barely see the sky
I turned my back on so many
Friends and they wonder why
I've burned so many bridges
Made so many people cry
Even called Tiffany an anorexic fly

I'm not here to be admired or
Smile I want an exit
Keep the circle small I've been
Smoking and seeking respite
Dipping my toes in the water
Always try to test it
I can't love another person too
Much of an investment

Breathing quick and my stomach's growling
I might not make it
Try to calm with my palm on
My heart that feels so vacant
Another problem arises a deeper pit
That's inside of me
Slowly fall to the side I'm suicidal

The end of my time is near
I can almost taste it
A word of advice I would give
You is not to waste it
I'm still so young but my
Body might need replacement
For 7 months I've been
Shrinking to almost weightless

If I make it I promise I
Will not turn out weak
I'll write an album so heinous
That it'd be leaving streaks
Don't have a title but know that
I'll make it extra bleak
If I don't make it then fuck it
At least I died to me