You’re following your self Turning corners that don’t need to be turned Victories you score don’t look so good when they’re projected on walls. You’re dealing from the wrong side of your hand, over and over again. Every word gets buried in my mouth just the same.
Questions should be asked always Problems will be there anyway
You’re shattering your friends. You’re running races that nobody needs to run. And I’m lying on my back, feels like I’ve been awake too long. Can’t break through to this fucking mess that you’re always in. Can’t break through, such a fucking mess you’ve landed in.
Questions should be asked always Problems will be there anyway Problems will be there anyway (repeat)