And you'd think it's what you wanted
To just be alone
You can't convince me it autonomous
I know you better than anyone
You'e convinced that you're forgotten
In your heart
But it's not the same, and it was never the same
As anyone may have thought
So now you'll breathe in your bedroom
Listening to the same Slow Rosary songs
Or watching K-On! all night long
Until you think you can manage
When you feel discontemporary