What's to come from all of this? -these drawn out days that I don't care to miss. And is this really what you want from me? Do you even fucking care to see where I want to be? So ramble on like the drone that you are 'cause I'm coming through. I don't need this. I don't need you. I don't need this. I never needed you.
'Cause i've got nothing left to lose but my comparison to you. And as the seasons change you remain the same. I swear i'll never follow you. Endless conversation and constant repetition is something I find old. I don't need this. I don't need you. I don't need this.
What's in your head when you fall asleep? Is it all that fucking shit you used to say to me? Like, it's alright. It's okay. You won't be making much of yourself anyway. -like you always said to me.
(I always wanted to break from this.) i never needed you. (What's to come from all of this?) i never needed this. (I always wanted to break from this.)