The song describes feeling stressed, paranoid, and alone. The singer is addicted to a lonely kind of love and is running out of tears to cry. Everything feels dark and fucked up, and the singer can't feel anything despite being in a suicidal, violent, and tragic state of mind. The emptiness they feel is heavier than anything else.
The song describes feeling stressed, paranoid, and alone. The singer is addicted to a lonely kind of love and is running out of tears to cry. Everything feels dark and fucked up, and the singer can't feel anything despite being in a suicidal, violent, and tragic state of mind. The emptiness they feel is heavier than anything else.
The song describes feeling stressed, paranoid, and alone. The singer is addicted to a lonely kind of love and is running out of tears to cry. Everything feels dark and fucked up, and the singer can't feel anything despite being in a suicidal, violent, and tragic state of mind. The emptiness they feel is heavier than anything else.
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb Addicted to a lonely kind of love What I wanna know
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
Everything is going dark Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think
I'm tripping on the edge
High as a kite, I'm never coming down And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels To be alone
So how'd we get this stressed out, paranoid?
Everything is going dark Nothing makes me sadder than my head
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think
Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing The emptiness is heavier than you think
(Teardrops) (Teardrops) (I'm running outta teardrops) The emptiness is heavier than you think