I don't know what to say
Except that lately I think about the way
We don't talk on the train
It's so easy to look the other way
I got so hot in my head
Lost my chill and I lit a fire instead
Bite my lip til it bleeds
Nearly choke on the spit I'm swallowing
I don't lie anymore (I don't see the point)
Yeah I'd like to be sorry, but I'm sore
And I can handle the pain (on my joints)
It's the instinct to heal that drives me insane
Cause all your edges are wrong (you've gone soft)
There's no hunger behind your stupid songs
Not a scream but a sigh (piss me off)
So you get better and I'll keep getting high
I don't want to be clean
I don't want to have shiny happy dreams
Like the ones on TV
I feel my best when I don't feel anything
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