Choker Twenty One Pilots 

I don't bother anyone
Nervous when I stand
Choking on the circumstance
Only smoking secondhand
Cut us open, spread us out
Dry us in the sand
Lay the fibers side-by-side
And you'll begin to understand

I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's coming for me.
...coming for me

I don't bother anyone
Never make demands
Choking on the circumstance
Self-sabotage is a sweet romance
Seems like all I'm worth is what
I'm able to withstand
Sooner I can realize
That pain is just a middle man.

I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's coming for me.

I see no volunteers
to co-sign on my fears
I'll sign on the line
Alone.

I'm gonna change my circumstance
I know I need to move right now
'cause...

I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's coming for me.
(only smoking secondhand)

Like a little splinter
buried in your skin
Someone else can carve it out
But when you've got the pin
It hurts a little less
and you can even push it further in
When your body's screaming out
Trust your mind's listening.
Like a silhouette that you can barely see
As the shadow casts upon the ground
where you'll eventually
lay forever, but the day goes on
the sun moves behind you
You get taller, bolder, stronger,
and the rear-view only blinds you