well i fake a lot of symptoms to be a different person
i try to listen
i try to be primed for a reason to go back to sleep
that's not to say there's no relief
i like it when it happens; you don't
you're happy? when you show it; i won't
the cycle keeps repeating
i can't escape the rip
there's no stopping what this is
back in the day your style was impressive
infectious
stress-less
disposition had it all
nothing but rapport
full of what you're empty of
i hide my riches in embarrassing sheets that reek of suspicious happenings
'cause i'm a different person and that will make you sick
there's no stopping what this is
this thing we left outside is waterlogged
you're a load bearing friend and that is what makes this hard
this thing we left outside is waterlogged
and all that i know is one of us has to wring it out
this thing we left outside is waterlogged
i've thought about nothing but this
i won't escape the rip