Lean into the light so I can see your face
Who owns the unlucky ear you've covered in your case
Because you look like you've seen your tail
You're wearing out the lines you've wasted for
You're drying out a hundred thousand mental canker sores
The edges all align when you cough it up
The sleazy open hands rub demands on your callouses and paper cuts
When they get out of here we should burn their homes
We could run and yell if we leave together
That shit can steal your soul
Don't let them make you walk through another hall
The negatives outweigh in a way that negates that it matters at all
It ain't cured by bed
Running through your poor, polluted head
I think we think too fucking much