Bent Shapes - Intransitive Verbs lyrics

Perceived danger has made you all strangers and me willing to destroy my dreams, tear them at the seams if it's a mercy k**ing. To not let my fervor turn me scapegoat herder (I'm taking names, I'm giving grief). Some hand-holding holdout scolding the sold-out... it's not who I was meant to be. But if I lose my persistent fear of d**h, won't somebody please call my therapist? 'Cause I've been working so long to prove myself wrong when I said puberty would be my midlife crisis. And I'd say I wanna go back to when I felt okay. Or I'm sure I would, if i could remember when that was, anyway. It remains to be seen if I'll be spared; if I can be happy without being scared, or if I need a vacation from all the subtle evasion, the idiot checks for protecting my neck, and the reticence as self-preservation. Baggage. Damage. Psychic ills. Black coffee to take my pills. The hope that all these wounds could be the places the light enters me. There's no neutral narrative or, at least, that's what I've been parroting in so many words (mostly intransitive verbs), and only 'cause hyperbole... well, it's like, literally the worst.