Lyrics: Mark Champlin
Music: Mark Champlin
[Intro]
God, ****!
[Verse 1]
My body's not a sacred thing
So I treat it accordingly
You're everything I think I want
But you've got nothing that I need
And I'm too stupid for the difference to be clear
This feels way too similar to fear
I never saw you coming
'Cause if I did I would've started running
And now I'm waking up to stomach knots
And a jailer who is cunning
And I don't think that I've existed for a while
'Cause my name was blacked out when you came across my file
[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna burn my throat today
I wanna tie up all my loose ends and ****ing fade away
[Chorus]
But I know we're still kids at heart
The closer we get, the more wΠ΅ drift apart
And we make mistakes seem likΠ΅ a form of art
[Verse 2]
My frontal lobe's taken a beating
And honestly I haven't been eating
And it's okay not to be okay
It's something that bears repeating
'Cause I don't think I'm gonna get back what I lost
And I can't gauge the worth of what that cost
[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna burn my throat today
I wanna tie up all my loose ends and ****ing fade away
[Chorus]
But I know we're still kids at heart
The closer we get, the more we drift apart
And we make mistakes seem like a form of art
(Wooh!)
[Chorus]
But I know we're still kids at heart
The closer we get, the more we drift apart
And we make mistakes seem like a form of art