Higher Than the Ceiling

Coming apart over nothing
Give me something I can hold onto
Voice on the phone got me paralysed
I’m still tryna walk in the light
Look me in the face as I walk away
Drag it through the mud
And I’ll drain it away
Think it’s happening again
And I’m getting so high
Higher than the ceiling
It’s coming back to me
I’m coming down now
Drop through the roof top
Trying to be honest
Throwing my hands up
Feel like an addict
Always overwhelmed
Still made it work
I’m trying to get so
High in my solitude
Finding my way out
I’m in the maze now
You can’t relate that
I’ll get the word out
Tryna be honest
Hope it’s not too late now