Or have I just bought in
To the bullshit
Have I lost it, have I lost it
Or have I just bought in
To the bullshit
The mirrors
The smoke I traced back
To the faucet
Leaking
Into the sink covered in hair
Oh I see what you did there
You cut off your cares
God it’s so freeing
Time isn’t fleeting
It’s pause and politeness
It’s judge and be triteness
Your sensitivity and sex
Your rules and respect
I haven’t seen you follow any of it since two god damn years ago
You got bored, you got tired, you gave up on filing
Who pissed you off and who won you over
This is a fashion, this is a formula
This is contrasting colors in October
You can’t go against the grain
If there’s no natural wood
My friends all think I’m crying wolf
You got caught up in the concept
And oh that’s never good
(I want to be happy, but I’m better when I’m mad)
So we make our own monuments
Out of our favorite bridges and buildings
The old ones were boring
They didn’t mean anything to us
I know it seems so immature
All these questions I want answers for
But I can’t put faith into anything
I can’t physically touch
I want to be happy
But I’m holding myself back
But a love handles
And it holds back
Have I lost it, have I lost it Or have I just bought in To the bullshit Have I lost it, have I lost it Or have I just bought in To the bullshit The mirrors The smoke I traced back To the faucet Leaking Into the sink covered in hair Oh I see what you did there You cut off your cares God it’s so freeing Time isn’t fleeting It’s pause and politeness It’s judge and be triteness Your sensitivity and sex Your rules and respect I haven’t seen you follow any of it since two god damn years ago You got bored, you got tired, you gave up on filing Who pissed you off and who won you over This is a fashion, this is a formula This is contrasting colors in October You can’t go against the grain If there’s no natural wood My friends all think I’m crying wolf You got caught up in the concept And oh that’s never good (I want to be happy, but I’m better when I’m mad) So we make our own monuments Out of our favorite bridges and buildings The old ones were boring They didn’t mean anything to us I know it seems so immature All these questions I want answers for But I can’t put faith into anything I can’t physically touch I want to be happy But I’m holding myself back But a love handles And it holds back Explain Request ×
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