Limbs are hitting every corner in my brain
Left no room here for nothing
With a pose like that, one would think you’d tire
Tally it up from when it all fell down
Hell of a pill to try and swallow
With a count like that, heaven knows I’m tired
Fell behind chasing a feeling
All this time I spend on you
You move subliminal
Slip my mind I really wish you would
Poisoned fruit with irrefutable charm
You’re so cyclical
You’re like a deja vu revolving in reverse
Little infinite loop with that habitual charm
Fell behind chasing a feeling
All this time I spend on you
How does it feel?
To havе something real
To lose somеthing real
Pour me out and sweep me under the rug
I live under your thumb
I live up on a shelf
Feels like a living hell
(You sweep me under
I am the creak in the quiet
The one you thought you’d forgotten)
All this time wasted on you
