These people talk in compliments I think I'm getting numb to it Just trying to ignore this stupid little diagnosis But the world is getting louder and no one knows how to talk to me since they learned about it But all the lies that were pinned as warnings have made my hips all so unhinged now i'm bleeding in second tongues swaying on the spectrum everywhere I've been and my heart is getting emptier by the day I wonder what it was so full of in the first place Can someone read the room for me Cause this panic attack is gonna be a broadway musical for all to see Another failed prodigy no need to tell me I'll be the first to know when something's wrong It's happened before and it's happened again everything that I wanted to forget wasted several years of my life to people I can't see that I can't even meet done with being cerebral it's the visceral age and it's killing me and my heart is getting emptier by the day I wonder what it was so full of in the first place (I feel funny I can’t breathe, I’m slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel, something’s getting in between alright, okay) I feel funny I can't breathe I'm slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel something's getting in between i'm slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel I wanna grow out of Morrissey slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel but something's getting in between i'm slowly getting crushed beneath the wheel It's all fun and games but it all gets too loud they say we're gonna laugh about it when it's all over so when will it end, man, when will it end