Edit Me - Tay Zonday feat. Mark Mallman (Official Music Video)

Edit Me - Tay Zonday feat. Mark Mallman (Official Music Video) “Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me…” A piano-driven, emotionally raw anthem about the exhausting daily work of editing yourself to survive a world that feels too loud, too bright, and too scripted. For anyone who’s ever felt overwhelmed by small talk, flinched at everyday stimuli, or needed someone to be the version of “normal” they can’t quite perform on their own. This one is deeply personal — drawn from navigating life as an autistic adult with dyspraxia and sensory sensitivities (misophonia + haphephobia) — while also touching the quiet negotiations and performances in relationships and family. But the core feeling is universal: I’m too much / too weird to fit in… please be what I can’t. Filmed in my sound booth with moody lighting for the verses and green-screen energy (with duplicates + jump cuts) for the choruses. Shot while wearing the wrist brace from a real injury sustained during MrBeast competition filming — the vulnerability is on and off camera. Featuring the brilliant Mark Mallman on the bridge. Stream “Edit Me” everywhere: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/tay... Download free MP3: https://hypeddit.com/tayzonday/editme Download free green screen footage to edit! Y(es, you can actually "Edit Me."): Full lyrics below / on screen. Timestamps: 0:06 [Verse 1] 0:47 [Chorus] 1:20 [Verse 2] 2:01 [Chorus 2] 2:34 [Verse 3] 3:15 [Mark Mallman Bridge] 3:43 [Final Chorus] Written by Adam Nyerere Bahner (Tay Zonday) Featuring Mark Mallman Produced by Tay Zonday Connect: tayzonday.com | @TayZonday everywhere New music, voiceover coaching, and more at the links above. #EditMe #TayZonday #MarkMallman #NeurodivergentMusic #AutisticAnthem Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International (CC BY-NC 4.0). Free for non-commercial use with credit to Tay Zonday. Full license: creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0 "Edit Me" Lyrics: I wanna say words But what I say hurts Gets lost in my mouth and I hate it It stresses me out To say it outloud Let me run away and forget this I want a back seat Wall behind me Order just to tip the waiter but not eat I’m only here cause It’s what everyone does It’s too loud and bright to be friendly And I will flinch with pain but pretend it’s okay Because I’m sensitive to the everyday I’m not the humankind they like to advertise But when I’m with you I know it can be allright Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me I’m too much for the world So don’t leave me on my own Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me I’m too weird to fit in So please be what I can’t I’m too weird to fit in So please be what I can’t Don’t need no liquor Cause I’m not inhibited I say everything that I just told my therapist All that small talk Goes over my head I’ll make every topic deeper than a heart attack People walk with swagger Like they’re billionaires I’m a deer caught in headlights with a Mr. Bean stare Shaking those hands I’m a cardboard man Thinking ‘bout how to leave like a math exam And I’m lost in space just trying to grab on I need a melody but all my notes play at once I’m speaking Shakespeare and it’s sounding like mush But when I’m with you I don’t worry as much Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me I’m too much for the world So don’t leave me on my own Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me I’m too weird to fit in So please be what I can’t I’m too weird to fit in So please be what I can’t They got their Gucci, their Rolex and their Visa Black I’ve got Wet Ones and Ear Plugs in a fanny pack I’m just standing aside making notes in my mind Some runaway amino acids on kinetic sunshine They go “Hey Tay! You okay? You look off in space!” I say “I’m doing great. I’m standing here. I’m counting the plates . . . ” “. . . And what composite they’re made of. It’s replacement rate . . .” “. . . And how the operating cost would change if shifting to clay.” They go “That’s great! I’ma get a drink over there!” I go “But don’t you wonder why the wallpaper is flared?” “ . . . Cause if I ask about you then you don’t tell the truth . . .” “ . . . So why does anybody socialize if everything’s moot?” Because nobody knows what they’re doing out here Nobody has a clue They see stuff to copy Then they get sloppy And they make up the rules We don’t remember yesterday We don’t know who we are We cuss at the sunrise Rip off our fake lives And try to guess the scars Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me I’m too much for the world So don’t leave me on my own Everywhere I go I need you there to Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me Edit Me I’m too weird to fit in So please be what I can’t I’m too weird to fit in So please be what I can’t