Two:22
Nyctophilia
Flying lost, I’m Peter Pan
Never finding neverland
Thought I was part of the plan
See I’m not, I understand

Heart drips blood, it’s black again
See your eyes on other men
It’s nothing, you will pretend
Cut me off like a split end

Black chips on my fingernails
Statuette I am so frail
Pray for the love to prevail
Lost at sea, I set a**ail

Umbrae et morti me tenent
For my sins, I will repent
Shaped at once, and now I’m bent
Gave my happiness for lent

Umbrae et morti me tenent
Spirits call, I’m in torment
Cry for those who lie, lament
Dark doors hold the main event

Flying lost, I’m Peter Pan
Never finding neverland
Thought I was part of the plan
See I’m not, I understand
Pick my brain until it shatters
Make my bones into a ladder
Dispose pieces, they don’t matter
Thought I’m sad, but now I’m sadder

Anxiety inside of me
Showing what I’m tryna be
I’m fearing I’ll never be free
And fight my mind eternally

Flying lost, I’m Peter Pan
Never finding neverland
Thought I was part of the plan
See I’m not, I understand