Nothing affected me, like, I don't even
like, relate myself to
like, some kind of victim or some shit, like
(I think it's called regression)
Or whatever, so I told the—
And now, every time I'm watching
like, a fucking movie or some shit, like
Like, fucking hurting
Oh, my God, I've just steeped why

I've thought about you
A million times over
If I wasn't me, what would I do
To take the batteries out the controller?

The images flashing of thе film I didn't wanna see
And the man
But I'm sad, what a twist you turned out to be
And, nah, don't turn it off, I'm in a horror moviе
I'm just eaten out alive by the parasite
That you left in me

And I just want a clean slate on a blank canvas
To start again, a clean slate on a blank canvas

Wish I could control-alt-delete you
Throw you in the trash folder
But you are my living proof
That there's people out there fucked up than I'll never be
But I keep you out of reach

And all the images flashing of the film I don't wanna see
And I'm fuming
But I'm hurt, what a twist you turned out to be
It's not a [? 2: 33] , just a brutal ending
Wish I could rewind the tape and write a new ending

'Cause I just want a clean slate on a blank canvas
To start again, a clean slate on a blank canvas
And I just want a clean slate on a blank canvas
To start again, a clean slate on a blank canvas