Tell me what you think i deserve to hear;
I'll tell you the truth: I don't want you here
Come bust my lip
I've been so over this
Put me in a coma til we're okay
Trying to hold my breath doesn't change a thing
Shoot me for fun
I'll even hold your gun
No movement
Nailed to our shoe prints
We know everything
But we don't know what we're doing
Pocket full of excuses
No questioning
Whatever the problem is we got a solution
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who's wrong, right, who's keeping score
We don't really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We're just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in the right prism
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna die
Every fucking day's like a year or 5
Smash all my screens
Numb off the drugs I don't need
No movement
Nailed to our shoe prints
We know everything
But we don't know what we're doing
Pocket full of excuses
No questioning
Whatever the problem is we got a solution
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who's wrong, right, who's keeping score
We don't really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We're just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in the right prism
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Why's it so hard to tell you that I don't know
Why's it so hard to disagree and not let go
And we go round throwing out punches
Trying to find a middle ground
Who's wrong, right, who's keeping score
We don't really want to figure out
Where to go from here
We're just locked in the minute
Everything seems clear looking in the right prism
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Everything seems clear looking in the right prism
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