[Lyric] Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear (Fallfiftyfeet)

Stockholm syndrome love affair
I've fallen for my captor
Stockholm syndrome love affair
I've fallen for my captor

Paranoia grows into fears of growing old
I still feel your eyes burning holes in the back of my head

I’ll probably die on the side of the highway
On Interstate 79
Death is the only thing you can really choose
But nobody wants to

Pondering my own existence
I've come to question every instance
Death approaches with persistence
Should I give in or keep resisting?

Toss my body in a burning casket
I'm alrеady in hell
Collect your coins throw all my wishes in thе—
Wishes in the well
Reaper in my doorway
You block the light from getting in, getting in
Reaper in my doorway
You block the light from getting in, getting in
Reap what you sow

Take ‘til you make it right
Breathing in all the lies makes you feel alright
Take ‘til you make it right
Take 'til you make it right, breathe in all the lies
Makes you feel alright
Take 'til you make it right

Too weak to relieve the need
For truth behind what I believe
Headlights melt my face, as wheels roll out of frame
Out of frame

I’ll probably die on the side of the highway
On Interstate 79
Death is the only thing you can really choose
But nobody wants to

Take it all out of me
Scrambling for relief
Lucid epiphany
Broken symphony
Take it all out of me
Losing sight of my ambitions
Scrambling for relief
Passenger seat self-infliction
Lucid epiphany
Losing sight of my ambitions
Broken symphony
Passenger seat self-infliction
Cross your heart, hope to die
Wish on a star for something more
Something more

Leaping from the overpass
Waking up on broken glass
Leaping from the over pass
Waking up on broken...
Glass
Broken
Glass
Broken
Glass
Broken
Glass