Parachutes - Jordan Mackampa

You’re making me sick to my stomach

Testing my faith to its peak

But it took me a while to believe it

It was down in a space I can’t reach

But I can’t excuse this anymore

This feeling inside of me

Your peripheral focus keeps failing to notice

I’m tearing apart at the seams

I’ve never been up so high

These parachutes, the missing proof

I’ve made a mistake this time

That I’ve made a mistake this time

Scratching the surface

And we’re all imperfect

But there’s something about you

That tightens the noose

If ignorance is bliss

Then I’d be better off

Not knowing you

Not knowing you

When you scratch through the surface

We’re all imperfect

But you fired the gun

That broke through my lungs

If ignorance is bliss

Then I’d be better off

Not knowing you

'Cause you’re making me sick in my stomach

Boiling the blood in my veins

I feel the will in me fading

To think of a reason to stay

But I can’t excuse this anymore

These feelings inside of me

Abusing your strength and my weakness

Tears me apart at the seams

Oh, I’ve never been up so high (Never been up so high)

This parachutes, the missing proof

I’ve made a mistake this time (Made a mistake this time)

I’ve made a mistake this time

Scratching the surface

And we’re all imperfect

But there’s something about you

That tightens the noose

If ignorance is bliss

Then I’d be better off

Not knowing you

Not knowing you

When you scratch through the surface

We’re all imperfect

But you fired the gun

That broke through my lungs

If ignorance is bliss

Then I’d be better off

Not knowing you

Not knowing you

(Not knowing you)

(Not knowing you)

(Not knowing you)

(Not knowing you)