Curtain Call - 6HOST

The truth is I’ve finally gave up

Burned to the crutch enough

Put out the fire

Untied the knot

It got harder fake

And you’re farther away

I’m not getting anywhere

I’m always fucked up

And making mends for her

Adjusting to the temperature

Working at first

But it’s just getting worse

I’m done walking to the stage

Just so they can cut the weight

Watch the gold ropes all fall

It’s time for curtain call

If I’m not myself by like autumn

I’m honest I’ll call it I’ll tear up

The place and just make it

Your problm

I’m out of ideas and think

This ones the bst

I put in all the work

Ain’t seen anything yet

I’ve got pages of notes

From like 10 different tests

I hate making these decisions

I’ll later regret

My friends and my fans will start

Dropping like flies

I’m surprised they’re still here

I can’t explain why

I’ve walked it all forward

I’ll run it all back

Maybe make it out the door

With my head still intact