Heavy Eyes

Yeah

Three AM in the mirror again

Just staring back at myself (hmmmmm)

I'm looking at the gold on my wrist

While my old block is still ticked on the list Got a

pocket full of money,

but a head full of weight Eating five-star dinners on a heavy

gold plate But my brothers in the cold still waiting on a

break (damn)

Is it really my success or a bitter mistake?

Oh, the glass is cold and the water is clear But the

man in the mirror is the one that I fear

Yeah, I got out,

now I'm feeling the guilt

Standing on a castle that we never quite built

(we never built it,

man)

I send a wire transfer,

try to ease up the pain But a couple hundred dollars doesn't

wash out the rain They got the same old hustle,

same stress in the chest While I'm booking first class,

trying to catch some rest Am I a savior,

or a sellout who fled?

These late-night conversations spinning round in my head (spinning round)

Oh, the glass is cold and the water is clear But the

man in the mirror is the one that I fear

Yeah, I got out,

now I'm feeling the guilt

Standing on a castle that we never quite built

(no, we never did)

How do I carry the weight of the crown When the people

I love are still holding the town?

(how do I do it?) Is it a blessing,

or is it a curse?

To be the only one writing the verse?

Three AM, water running in the sink (splash)

Just trying to wash away what I think Yeah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who's the one who let them fall?