Holding your tongue until you choke on it
Laughing at you until you take the hit
Wrap around your arms so you can't flag it down
Waterboard your lungs so you can't make a sound
Smoke and don't feel guilty, the air is anyway
I think that i lost faith before i knew its name
Less than a decade has never been much time
What do you plan for when that's the line?
Everyday I try to find something new
Anything to break through the blanket of doom
Leave behind all your peace of mind
Who wants to Keep track of time like this?
There comes a time you have to admit to it
There'll be a day where you'll be sick from it
Leeching to your walls till it rots your room
Calling you out for the things you still can't do
Everyday I try to find something new
Anything to break through the blanket of doom
Leave behind all your peace of mind
Who wants to keep track of time like this?