Choker

I don't bother anyone

Nervous when I stand

Choking on the circumstance

Only smoking secondhand

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 secondhand)

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