Far In the Aisle, Yelling Lyrics

Blessed be
Messed up me
Should I feel different? Was I
Crying to get my face wet

To discern what I did from what I thought
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me.
Blessed be.

Low lit theater
Quiet crowd
I'm on the screen projected
I'm in the aisle yelling fire.

Written by: Chris Robyn, John Gutenberger, Jonah Matranga, Shaun Lopez
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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