Is it possible for me, always hiding in my wooden closet?
Almost be suffocated, can anyone help me, surviving all of this?
The fire is spreading whilst I'm standing where I was just waiting for the fire to burn me to ash
Like I'm just planting myself down with no one around me, between the cars colliding
Colliding
Is it possible for me, oh it's doging in my rental car
Nothing but music help me pass through the internet and interpersonal mistreats
The flood is rushing towards like I'm a person and each other couldn't love someone straighter
I look up at the sky, there is no clouds, no high and I'm the only one by my side
I'm fighting
Oh
Oh
Oh
Is it possible for me, oh it's hiding in my wooden closet
