| Winter, spring, skip to fall
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| Wonder how the lovers change
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| This is just a dance with death
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| A wander through the summer glades
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| Roses dying, autumn leaves
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| Dreaming about the lifeless trees
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| The smile that you wear around
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| Can never seem to hide a thing
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| Wait, I may be careless
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| When I’m taking a breath
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| Another step to check direction
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| But instead I’m a mess
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| Another trip to see the doctor
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| About the state of my head
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| What we can’t fix is what we leave up to meds
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| I feel like there’s nothing left
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| Let me fall, I’m just not worth my weight in rope
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| They call me Midas, I’m a douche
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| Who used a face that’s made of stone
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| Matter fact, when I’m asleep
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| My dreams can’t even make up gold
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| I hope the time I take a dose
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| My windpipe makes me try to choke
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| But I promise I’m not suicidal
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| Swear it true
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| I’m only here because they idolise these idle lies I tell
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| And every day is just an endless cycle
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| Time to time it spins again
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| And through this pen I find this time
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| To write this hell I live, it’s useless
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| My two cents means nothing unless it’s on a beat
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| Haunted by the numbers
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| Yet I’m blessed they try to follow me
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| Feeling hopeless, I have memories
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| Of things that used to bother me
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| Where I never had to get it out
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| On drum loops and piano keys
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| This endless reminiscing
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| Has me less than optimistic
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| Shallow in the deep end
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| But I’m drowning start to finish
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| They only care about the artistry
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| What am I fucking kidding
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| I should’ve never wrote this song to begin with
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| Cause everything just falls around me slow
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| Burning bridges just to keep my heart from staying cold
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| Everything’s the same song, different flow
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| If you didn’t know
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| Penning to a beat is getting really old
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| They love the thought of me
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| Parts of me they pick and choose to love
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| And then depart from everything that seems to look a bit soft
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| They only point out what I’m missing
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| But it tends to have trust
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| Because I lost every bit when I used to love
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| Damn, isn’t that rough
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| I know that I’m not enough |