Crashing Off This Edge

[Verse 1]
Clothes on the floor
Phone full of calls I ignore
Coffee gone cold
Staring a hole through the door
Hands won’t stop
Knee keeps knocking the chair
Smile like a crack
Nobody knows I’m not there
[Chorus]
I’m crashing off this edge again
White-knuckle on the wheel
I can’t pretend
Heartache in my throat
I can’t slow down
Anxiety’s a choir
It’s screaming too loud
I’m losing my mind
Losing my mind
Out of control as I spin
I’m crashing off this edge again
[Verse 2]
Red in my eyes
Sleep is a stranger these days
Thoughts in a pileup
Crossing a thousand wrong lanes
Room starts to tilt
Breath like it’s stuck in my chest
Every small choice
Feels like a final test
[Chorus]
I’m crashing off this edge again
White-knuckle on the wheel
I can’t pretend
Heartache in my throat
I can’t slow down
Anxiety’s a choir
It’s screaming too loud
I’m losing my mind
Losing my mind
Out of control as I spin
I’m crashing off this edge again
[Bridge]
Tell me
Is there ground below? (hey!)
Or am I just falling in place
If I tear this panic out
What’s left of my face?
[Chorus]
I’m crashing off this edge again
White-knuckle on the wheel
I can’t pretend
Heartache in my throat
I can’t slow down
Anxiety’s a choir
It’s screaming too loud
I’m losing my mind
Losing my mind
Out of control as I spin
I’m crashing off this edge again

rock, Jagged modern rock with overdriven guitars and tight live drums; verses sit in a tense, palm-muted groove that opens into huge, shouted choruses with stacked male vocals. Bass locks hard to the kick, tom fills leading into sections. Bridge pulls back to half-time with echoing lead guitar, then everything slams back in for a final, cathartic chorus.