Speak Slow - Stand Atlantic

Could have made you crumple at my feet

But I sold my health to slurry speech

Sketching myself to be

'Cause grey is not a shade I want to be

Seeking that sensitive head rush

And I find myself another crutch

Can’t seem to understand

I am the smoke from my gun

All the mistakes I’ve made

Dragging my self-esteem

Just pulling myself away

From all the mould that grew inside of me

Sleep in the mess I made

Wake in the empty space

Treading the open sea

I got myself and that’s all that I need

Speak slow, speak slow

Still stuck in the free throw

But it’s alright

I should go

But I stare out of windows

When there’s nothing outside

Wrestle the cracks under my skin

Shaking the walls I’m buried in

I’m up and down, I want the taste of what’s left in between

These burnt and bound and broken wings

Adjust my eyes and a subtle pinch

I didn’t fight this hard to give in to the sting

All the mistakes I’ve made

Dragging my self-esteem

Just pulling myself away

From all the mould that grew inside of me

Sleep in the mess I made

Wake in the empty space

Treading the open sea

I got myself and that’s all that I need

Speak slow, speak slow

Still stuck in the free throw

But it’s alright

I should go

But I stare out of windows

When there’s nothing outside

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Give me somewhere to go

They gave me vertigo

Everything takes its toll

Reaching outside my home

Just to still feel alone

Everything moves so slow

Stuck in the free throw

Speak slow, speak slow

Still stuck in the free throw

But it’s alright

I should go

But I stare out of windows

When there’s nothing outside

Speak slow, speak slow

Still stuck in the free throw

But it’s alright

I should go

But I stare out of windows

When there’s nothing outside