telling me you're sinking under the waves Is just another way to say you would drown me When you're sitting pretty on the powder keg And keep lighting the fuse you say I needed you in ways I didn't know And you helped me beyond my care…

I'm afraid I'm learning conventions That lead me to untenable positions I create to calculate A fatal fault of these walls A controlled insulation Truth be told you can Take back your broken heart to Make a more imperfect art Truth…

I've got nothing there Nothing here to share either Plenty of ideas But nothing ripe enough to root down I'm grounded And nothing flys Nothing flys by me (2x) I recognize that tank's empty In a pool of fuel But the thoughts I accuse…

Background garbage noise. I think someone was playing Overwatch back there.

Unraveling the lies, that's all we hear We tear away those trappings that we hold too dear Outdated props for another age Yes and by all means it was on your stage ‘Cause we're a broken people we’re broke in different ways We Never seem…

It's the short con- I'm the musical veto Taking names with a memorandum Of misunderstanding it's so random Cause my moneymaker only shakes, with apple pay engaged, It's got my thumb stickin in places only plumbed by cherry pickin…

That’s when the circling repeats its the same That's When i'm pulled from love again The face of familial exhaustion how it grabs traction it freezes repetition is so insincere And flattery the faker’s veneer And reputation’s advance…

Hiding to be left alone But I don't think you fare well when you're left there on their own Your only mistake, yes your initial sin Was to talk to me about it, the way you’ve never been I thought I was a rebel, and fighting you I failed…

telling me you're sinking under the waves Is just another way to say you would drown me When you're sitting pretty on the powder keg And keep lighting the fuse you say I needed you in ways I didn't know And you helped me beyond my care…

I'm afraid I'm learning conventions That lead me to untenable positions I create to calculate A fatal fault of these walls A controlled insulation Truth be told you can Take back your broken heart to Make a more imperfect art Truth…