Trip

Still finding salt in the wound
You don't make it easy
Chase the light out the room
On the coast of bleeding

Put your hands on the wheel
We'll spill into the night time, hazing
Saying it don't make it real
You have to feel it to convince me baby

The emptiness, the space inside your chest is open wide
It's like a pair of hands reaching
Your mind's a blur and silence fills the room
And diving headfirst into fumes
Can feel like you're breathing
Like you're real

Are you real?
Are you real?
Arе you breathing?
Are you breathing?

And if I cut you in two
Would you bleed?
Would you-

Shift your wеight to the side
And the pressure keeps moving
And you feel more alive
With every second you're losing

Place your hands on the wheel
We're spilling into the night time lately
Saying it don't make it real
You have to feel it to convince me baby

The emptiness the space inside your chest is open wide
It's like a pair of hands reaching
Your mind's a blur and silence fills the room
And diving headfirst into fumes
Can feel like you're breathing

Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you breathing?

And if I cut you in two
Would you bleed?