It's Your Ceiling

I'd erase you if I could
But I don't want to be misunderstood
The odds aren't good
We're lower than the ground, you stand on wood
As hard as you are

I'm seeing static all the time
It's only second to the dirt I'd effortlessly find in your mind
Can't feel, can't reveal my bleakest side
It's a lie

Looks like I fell behind
Go ahead, be misled if you're inclined
Take your time
Incidentally you've wasted most of mine

Got this low bitch for bleeding
If that's what you want
At my low, it's your ceiling

I'd erase you if I could
But it's too late to be misunderstood
The odds aren't good
We're lower than the ground, you stand on wood
As hard as you

Got this low bitch for bleeding
If that's what you want
At my low, it's your ceiling
Is that what you want?