Lyrics Rundown - Little Rockstar

One by one by one by one they fade
In a slow silence of audio sort of way
In a rundown, rundown, rundown, rundown state
I feel numb now, numb now, numb now, isn't it great?
Things compound, compound, compund 'til i break (until I break)
And I've sure made a lot now In the context of mistakes
Havin' trouble keepin' tack of the days (can't keep no track of no days)
Incoming impact of crash can only brace

I'm an abandoned man in a land with no escape
Guilt I feel in tandem with my shame
Internal struggle, can't simply sit here underarm this weight
But see that's just the trouble I can't figure out another way
I guess it's really never easy when seeing a change
Through to the end, I'm the root of the blame
True it depends on the way the story's framed
But in my mind I'm the 'cause of the pain
Set up for failure, what a blatant, mostaccioli sides for free I tell you something's feeling different lately
"Good luck", shit you can keep it, I don't need it
In the night I wrestle with it, somehow fighting back the tears daily
No matter returning to form
Refuse to follow trends, i reside outside the norm
A poet, natural born
An artist, shoutout loren
Feelin' new like Natalie's dorm, pretty soon I'll be on your
Text threads "are you sure?", Forever moving towards
Something's feeling right which makes me nervous to my core
Whatever I'll progress I have my life and you have yours
So I set goals for myself to adhere to and to mature

One by one by one by one they fade
In a slow silence of audio sort of way
In a rundown, rundown, rundown, rundown state
I feel numb now, numb now, numb now, isn't it great?
Things compound, compound, compund 'til i break (until I break)
And I've sure made a lot now In the context of mistakes
Havin' trouble keepin' tack of the days (can't keep no track of no days)
Incoming impact of crash can only brace

It's two A.M. already? Damn
Time has got the upperhand
And I'm in another jam
Plan, is it too late? I scramble shit hits the ceiling fan
Spun around, I'm covered in
Mostaccioli's on my ass, it's not all bad
A second's givin' me enough perspective, listen
Wishing you had something different
Minimizes what you have, I know because I've been through it
Fear is in the air tonight, feel I'm a failure to the fullest
More than music, it's my life and all I hear is needs improvement
Self-assess and re-assess, afraid that one day I may lose it
Overworked though underpaid, the struggles of a college student
If I'm wrong then I'll look stupid, confidently, gladly so
If I work hard refuse to quit, then one day Imma have to blow

Text threads "are you sure?", Forever moving towards
Something's feeling right which makes me nervous to my core
Whatever I'll progress I have my life and you have yours
So I set goals for myself to adhere to and to mature

One by one by one by one they fade
In a slow silence of audio sort of way
In a rundown, rundown, rundown, rundown state
I feel numb now, numb now, numb now, isn't it great?