Lyrics Choker / Stressed Out / Migraine / Morph / Holding On To You - Livestream Version - twenty one pilots

I don′t bother anyone
Nervous when I stand
Choking on the circumstance
Only smoking second hand

Cut us open, spread us out
Dry us in the sand
Lay the fibers side-by-side
And you'll begin to understand

I know it′s over
I was born a choker
Nobody's coming for me
Coming for me

I don't bother anyone
Never make demands
Choking on the circumstance
Self-sabotage is a sweet romance

Seems like all I′m worth is what
I′m able to withstand
Sooner I can realize
That pain is just a middle man

I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody′s coming for me

I see no volunteers
To co-sign on my fears
I'll sign on the line
Alone

I′m gonna change my circumstance
I know I need to move right now
'Cause...

I know it′s over
I was born a choker
Nobody's coming for me
(Only smoking second hand)

I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody′s coming for me

Like a little splinter buried in your skin
Someone else can carve it out
But when you′ve got the pin
It hurts a little less and you can even push it further in
When your body's screaming out
Trust your mind′s listening

Like a silhouette that you can barely see
As the shadow casts upon the ground
Where you'll eventually
Lay forever, but the day goes on
The sun moves behind you
You get taller, bolder, stronger
And the rear-view only blinds you

We used to play pretend
Used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend
Wake up, you need the money!

We used to play pretend
Used to play pretend, money
Wake up, you need to make...

We used to play pretend
Used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend
Wake up, you need the money!

We used to play pretend
Used to play pretend, money
Wake up, you need to make money!

I wish I found some better sounds no one′s ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink
But now I′m insecure and I care what people think

(My name's Blurryface and I care what you think)
(My name's Blurryface and I care what you think)

Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we′re stressed out

(Oh) wish we could turn back time
(Oh) to the good old days
(Oh) when our momma sang us to sleep
But now we′re stressed out

We used to play pretend
Give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship
And then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they′re laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money!", yeah

We used to play pretend
Give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship
And then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they′re laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money!", yeah!

Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out

(Oh) wish we could turn back time
(Oh) to the good old days
(Oh) when our momma sang us to sleep
But now we′re stressed out

We used to play pretend
Used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend
Wake up, you need the money!

We used to play pretend
Used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend
Wake up, you need the money!

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face
And above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone

I-I-I-I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up down and sideways
Thank God, it′s Friday
′Cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my suicide days

I don′t know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Let it be said what the headache represents
It′s me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examinant
That′s represented best by my depress... ing thoughts

I do not have writer's block
My writer just hates the clock
It will not let me sleep
I'll get some sleep when I′m dead
And sometimes death seems better
Than the migraine in my head

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face
And above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I′m alone
But I know we've made it this far (kid, kid, kid, kid)

Hello out there!
Repeat after me now!

Whoa! (Whoa!)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Whoa! (Whoa!)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Can′t stop thinking about if and when I'd die
For now I see that ′if' and ′when' are truly different cries
For 'if′ is purely panic, and ′when' is solemn sorrow
And one invades today, while the other spies tomorrow

We′re surrounded, and we're hounded
There′s no 'above,′ or 'under,' or ′around′ it
For 'above′ is blind belief, and 'under′ is sword to sleeve
And 'around′ is scientific miracle, let's pick 'above′ and see

For if and when we go ′above,' the question still remains
Are we still in love, and is it possible we feel the same?
And that′s when going 'under′ starts to take my wonder
But until that time, I'll try to sing this

If I keep moving, they won′t know (hey!)
I'll morph to someone else
What they throw at me's too slow (yeah!)
I′ll morph to someone else, I′m just a ghost
I'll morph to someone else
Defense mechanism mode

Hey! (Hey!)
No, no, no! (No, no, no!)
Hey! (Hey!)
No, no, no! (No, no, no!)

I′m just a ghost
I'll morph to someone else
Defense mechanism mode

Entertain my faith
Entertain my faith, ooh
(Entertain my faith)
(Entertain my faith)

Entertain my faith
Entertain my faith
Entertain my faith
Entertain my faith
Entertain my faith
Entertain my faith