#1
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Sending down the tubes, as you wish me good luck
Always fill the bulge but I sit around in drowning stress
Paste it on the wall and dance freely in this mess
Waste your time for me, I won't be uprooted
Rights of passage don't exist
Window paine is broken glass
Falling to crash the pavement
I still wonder what it meant
Piece together a grand finale'
But now we speak, it's only the beginning
We reach our conditional feelings again
Don't make me try to get along
Wagers are a guess, I'm so fucking tired
Sit and struggle through the winding of the clock
#2
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i express myself too much
to the point that you can't even speak
nor even spark an interest
so where are we compatible at?
we try to change our subjects
yet we try to compare each other
you try to absorb it but you know you're not me
and the more i spew, the more you don't wanna be me
communication isn't the only thing of fixation
i don't talk for my health
i talk to pore my heart to you, FRIEND
if that's your real name...