Caramel

Count me out like sovereigns, payback for the good times

Right foot in the roses, left foot on a landmine

I'm not gonna be there tripping on the grapevine

They can sing the words while I cry into the bassline

Wear me out like Prada, devil in my detail

I swear it's getting harder even just to exhale

Backed up into corners, bitter in the lens

I'm sick of tryna hide it every time thеy take mine

So stick to me

Stick to mе like caramel

Walk beside me till you feel nothing as well

They ask me, "Is it going good in the garden?"

Say, "I'm lost, but I beg no pardon"

Up on the dice, but low on the cards

I try not to talk about how it's harder now

Can I get a mirror side-stage?

Looking sideways at my own visage, gettin' worse

Every time they try to shout my real name just to get a rise from me

Acting like I'm never stressed out by the hearsay

I guess that's what I get for tryna hide in the limelight

Guess that's what I get for having 20/20 hindsight

Everybody wants eyes on 'em, I just wanna hear you sing that top line

And if you don't think I mean it, then I understand

But I'm still glad you came, so let me see those hands

So stick to me

Stick to me like caramel

Walk beside me till you feel nothin' as well

I'm fallin' free of the final parallel

The sweetest dreams are bitter

But there's no one left to tell

Too young to get bitter over it all

Too old to retaliate like before

Too blessed to be caught ungrateful, I know

So I'll keep dancin' along to the rhythm

This stage is a prison (Too young to get bitter over it all), a beautiful nightmare

A war of attrition (Too old to retaliate like before), I'll take what I'm given

The deepest incisions (Too blessed to be caught ungrateful, I know), I thought I got better

But maybe I didn't

(In these days of days) Tell me, did I give you what you came for?

(I wish it all away) Terrified to answer my own front door

(I thought things had changed) Missin' my wings in a realm of angels

(But everything's the same)

So I'll keep dancin' along to the rhythm

This stage is a prison, a beautiful nightmare

A war of attrition, I'll take what I'm given

The deepest incisions, I thought I got better

But maybe I didn't