Текст песни Apples - Levi Hinson

Fantasies of my death
Pushed my mind overboard, in open water we swept
Keeping track of my steps is getting harder when my conscious doesn't start where we slept
In apartment, seek rest
I'm dosing harder, think less
About the needs of all my partners
Being honest, regressed
I'm getting sick of being selfish, who gon start with me next
It's hard to think of me blessed
It's hard to see how far and wide the pit extends to
I need ends too, but a part of me's dead