Maybe we’ll walk, until this tightrope falls
The heartless pain, beneath it all
It comes on
And back around
Beneath the sand, buried in the ground
Think about the things you say
And I’ll change it
Display a little bit of heart
And I’ll chase it
Wash away the tears, with the tides-
And hear this noise, that’s drowning voices
I don’t need to have a plan
Maybe I’m just part of the process
The old assembly line dismay
Mentality is lost
As is specialized ways
And I’m a martyr for the distance
Don’t just brandish your blade
Your tongue cuts like nightmares
In this ever-growing wake
And I walk through the mud
On the everyday grind
Oh swallow my fears
And tell me everything’s fine
Hit me with a hard chord
Oh Honey you never came short
Of reading all the lines over
Breaking all the signs in over my head
Like you know you did
It was a long shift
Followed by a long day
But rather than communicate
You just ran away
To su*k some coworker’s dick
His job prospect Costco
Despite his degree in Biology
But he eats ass, so it seems
I wasn’t cut out for this sh*t
That much I know
I wasn’t cut out for your sh*t
That much I know