(Mmm)
(Yeah)
Been swimming in deja vu
Borderline divine, borderline doom

Been swimming in deja vu, drowning in design
Waves made of memory, Crashing through time
Sorry sounds sacred when I'm spilling my crimes
Peace ain't forgiveness, it's just quiet for a while
Mirror got moods, I've been splitting in two
One side talk love, other side talk truth
Thread through my scars like a needle do
Holding myself while I'm coming unglued

Don't wanna feel, but I feel too much
Hands on fire, still I crave that touch
Fall in love with the rush, not the trust
These borderline blues, turn the light to dust
Light to dust
Yeah

Therapists say I've been ghosting my youth
But I haunt their booth, truth's my own abuse
Spinning old trauma on a needle groove
Scratch my reflection, a record proof
My mind like a metronome ticking in tongues
Each swing a sermon for the damage done
Angel on the left with a loaded gun
Devil on the right saying we already won
Ever love so hard you disappear
Ever kiss your fear till it reappears
Ever lie just to sound sincere
Ever pray to the mirror that it clears
I've been learning the art of unstable peace
Borderline saint with a sinner's leash
Every relapse paint a masterpiece
Every breakdown sound like release

Don't wanna feel, but I feel too much
Hands on fire, still I crave that touch
Fall in love with the rush, not the trust
These borderline blues, turn the light to dust

Daydreaming gray scale
Mines a flood plain
Emotions graffiti the inside of my brain
They call it disorder, I call it terrain
Every scar's a skyline drawn in the rain
Borderlines blur when the silence hums
Got applause in my head from invisible drums
Highs feel holy, lows feel numb
Praying to a god that don't know which one
I pace my reflection until the floor gives in
Shadow got rhythm but it dance like sin
I'm the calm and storm and the man within
If I heal too soon, who am I then

Don't wanna feel, but I feel too much
Hands on fire, still I crave that touch
Fall in love with the rush, not the trust
These borderline blues, turn the light to dust

Borderline divine, borderline doom
Bloom and decay like perfume in a tomb
If I call it healing doesn't make it true
Or just another lie that I sing in tune