Let me be ill
And let me be free
I'm starting to sound like you
Nothing could
Disgust me more

There arent any teams
but they're both against me
I live in two houses
And am welcome in neither
I will forever be stuck
Sleeping on this basement couch
Confined and silenced
A servant of time

You are not the one
I'm supposed to be missing

Cant go on
I cant go on
I cant go on

Your lover isnt right
Your lover is simple
Your lover will whither
In the presence of you
With the weight of you
When you enter the air
They wish they were
The air, too
And they'll only whither
And you'll only watch

5th grade and I'm flying high
4th grade and I learn to write
For the second time
I don't know what it means
To reverse the order
But I know how to relapse
and lapse and lapse

It's too much
I am not 'wholesome'
There is nothing whole
You say it like you're scraping
To devour my void