Yeen know nothing bout pressure till your left you eye starts twitching
Twitter fingers, sit and linger on the definitions of what used to be, yeah
Doesn't matter now does it fuzzy wuzzy
Turning nothing into something and I'm running straight into a wall
Cause I missed the f*cking window
Please can I get your info
You know things I don't and I won't tell you that
Cause my pride lives inside my human skin sack, hah
Kinda sound crazy don't it? her own symphonic, ironic recollection
So can I come to your apartment and judge your record collection
I tried and tried to stop it but I had to give in (no we can't give in)
Spent way too long in isolation just reminiscing (it's the moments you're missing, not the ones who ain't listen)
But we can't go back instead put it in a poem
Devil on my shoulder saying we should just pour one
Know for a fact that you still won't show up, you still won't show up
They still won't show ya
The kind of love that a kid needs
The kind of love that'll put you to sleep
Spent way too long praying on my knees to heal from you and get a sweet release
Cause i know things you don't and I won't tell you that
Cause your lies were inside my human skin sack, hah
Kinda sound crazy don't it? her own ironic, symphonic recollection
Ima get get out your apartment withcha shitty ass record collection
Do you know things they don't cause I won't tell you that
Yeah your pride lives inside your human skin sack, hah
Kinda sound crazy don't it? my own symphonic, ironic recollection
F*ck you and that apartment hate your taste if I forgot to mention