Your voice gives me anxiety
It's the course you repeat every quarter
How'd a right turn left so fast
No you don't wanna talk about that
Procyonidae falling apart at the thought of you
Crossfire, idk what to do
I had spoke my mind
Next week you'll rinse and repeat on time
My luck was sure to run out
All these angels i miss have moved on and around
Pick apart the crowd
I won't say enough, if i do it's too much, too much
Although
Maybe you've got it right
What if the ones that i love have been plotting my demise
Whoa, yeah right
I think i'm one of them if you're wondering
So I feel whole inside
When it's me and my dogs hanging out online
Thank you for your time
And i don't regret even though it's unfortunate