Songtexte Center Mass - twenty one pilots

(Right)
I figured out how it's on it (right this way)
It goes (right)
My death (right this way)
Girl, I really don't think you should take that (Josh Dun)

A little softer than I used to be (right)
Used to mouth off often with artillery
Now it is cough drops and soft spots in a middle seat (right this way)
Chivalry
A tighter space than I used to know (right)
Spread out wide no more, pinch my shoulders close
Hoping they misplace my reservation (right this way)
Okay, okay

I thought you had it figured out
I know, I know
You said you made it to the top
I lied, I lied
So, tell us, how did you make out all right?
Well

I pull on my shirtsleeve to cover half of my hands
Bring my arms closer to my body, get as small as I can
They call it center mass, that part they aim for
Shrink it down to nothing and forgetting what the pain's for
I pull on my shirtsleeve (my shirtsleeve), to cover half of my face (half of my face)
Bring my arms closer to my body, get as small as they say (small as they say)
They call it center mass, that part they aim for

Right this way if you're frustrated
Your first mate in the fifth grade tried to persuade
Try it once, he was shown on the bus (right this way)
Chain's off my huff, anxious enough as it is
Gotta walk, never looking up once at the kids in the park
What a day, getting dark, what a day (right this way)
Okay, okay

I thought you had it figured out
I know, I know
You said you made it to the top
I lied, I lied
So, tell us, how did you make out alright?
Well

I pull on my shirtsleeve (my shirtsleeve), to cover half of my hands (half of my hands)
Bring my arms closer to my body, get as small as I can (small as I can)
They call it center mass, that part they aim for
Shrink it down to nothing and forgetting what the pain's for
I pull on my shirtsleeve (my shirtsleeve), to cover half of my hands (half of my hands)
Bring my arms closer to my body, get as small as they say (small as they say)
They call it center mass, that part they aim for
Shrink it down to nothing and forgetting what the pain's for
That part they aim for

Found out what I'm worth, I run to you
I hope you understand this run-on sentence
My tattoos only hurt when meaning fades
I think my skin got worse with good intentions
I don't wanna say what happened, I just wanna let it go
Nothing was the same right after, I went to the funeral
I miss you so, so much, take what you want
Take what you want from me
Took you for granted

They call it center mass, that part they aim for
That part they aim for (stop it)
That part they aim for
That part they aim for