Filling up your silence with my nonsensical chatter Stealing all the air that you don't use Overcompensation only makes me that much sadder I'm pulling at your sleeve but you don't move Our quiet isn't comfy anymore I'm freezing in the coldest kind of warm Things are going south, but I'm directionally challenged Blissfully unconscious of the obvious imbalance Pushing up the boulder, it's a treacherous climb This is probably the hill, where I'm gonna die I'm gonna die (On this hill) I'm gonna die (On this hill) Lying through my teeth when I say I'm not overthinking Like maybe if I play it off real cool You might try to find me underneath what we're not speaking Digging up a grave that's 5 foot 2 Our quiet isn't easy anymore I'm losing in the coldest kind of war Things are going south but I'm directionally challenged Blissfully unconscious of the obvious imbalance Pushing up the boulder, it's a treacherous climb But this is probably the hill, where I'm gonna die I'm gonna die (Oh I will) I'm gonna die (On this hill) I'm gonna die (Oh I will) I'm gonna die (On this hill) I'm gonna die I'm gonna die