Life always finds a way to bring you down on your knees
Until your skin starts rubbing off
And the concrete becomes a shining mirror
Of the disabilities you chose to show
Now if you can't remember my name
Just call me pathetic or every other humiliating poetic word
Transcribed for lost integrity
I'll answer either way
Now it's time to fake my death
And become a filler line
In the books and songs I used to love
Now it's time to fake my death
And maybe try that simple life
That everyone actually hates
My eyes got out of focus and I shutted down my brain
Now I'm all for excuses
I still get goosebumps when my thoughts overlap
With everything that's right in front of me
So now it's all blank and soon to be black
Oh I love the smell of rainy days
Choke on decisions
Choke on conclusions
Choke on decisions
Choke on conclusions
Now it's time to fake my death
And become a filler line
In the books and songs I used to love
Now it's time to fake my death
And maybe try that simple life
That everyone actually hates
Suffocate my best behavior with a poisonous gas
I say no to romance, a misleading lust
Always a step behind to avoid the awkwardness
Of social interactions
Maybe I'm afraid of everyone
Happiness itself
Now it's time to fake my death
And become a filler line
In the books and songs I used to love
Now it's time to fake my death
And maybe try that simple life
That everyone actually hates