Lyrics Cancel Couture - James Hart

Cancel Couture

Tell my why
Does everything I do feel like a lie?
Why are my objectives subject to a trial
Filled with a jury projecting denial
Of the crimes they themselves have committed
Time and time again?
There is no way
No god damn fucking way
You’ll ever hear me say
I’m sorry for what I’ve done
End of the day
We all end up buried, but
The biggest difference here
I’m happy to lie in this bed I’ve made
'Til it’s a grave
(Oh)
'Til it’s a grave
And you can bury yourself
If you’re expecting some answers this evening
Facts with some distorted meanings
And if you’re hoping that I’ll spare your feelings
Then I suggest your dumb ass best be leaving
I am nothing like what I’m seeming
But why speak my truth when no one will believe me
Creating my own storm is easy
Hard part is faking it, like, this shit ain’t breezy