Met Gala Lyrics

I’m just trying to be something

I’m losing my mind

I’m surrounded by signals

Phone calls on silent

Every Monday a new episode

A new plot-twist for me

A new hand reaching out from the dark

(You’re lying, I don’t like that)

But I can’t answer its plea

Sometimes I think about dying, not for malicious intent

Blocking out all the problems that live within my head

They don’t seem to exist when you sleep or if you’re dead

I’m searching for

Am I searching for that or am I searching for you?

Am I searching for closure or searching for proof?

Am I running away or chasing the truth?