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