guess im doin it

My next communique Is to the carparts in the driveway: Please leave me and my family alone We did nothing wrong Forget about it I’ve consumed my weight in gold And now I’m stepping on the scale You will never see the number So forget about it

I’m tired of shitting out sonnets Told a lie and got what I wanted You’re sprouting out of the surface But being rooted, oh, it doesn’t sound worth it

Make a mess, make amends (make a mess, make amends) Make a habit of it (make a habit of it)

I’m not dying I’m not dead You’ve gotta look ahead Always gotta ahead And I’m sorry If we’re not on the same page I can sound it out but You’ve gotta know what it means Goddammit, god god damn I think I’m missing out No, I know I’m missing out God, god damn

It’s a transitory state I leave it when I’m anxious I’m bleeding on your carpet I think I have a nosebleed Forget about it I’m not here to see a scene I’m just here to see a seance Are you in the room with me? Just forget about it

Got lost and marked where I started Forgiveness feels a little half-hearted When I saw you growing out of the walls I got jealous that I can’t feel nothing at all

Take a chance, let it end (Take a chance, let it end) Or (or) Take a chance, let in (Take a chance, let in)

I’m not dying I’m not dead You’ve gotta look ahead Always gotta ahead And I’m sorry If we’re not on the same page I can sound it out but You’ve gotta know what it means Goddammit, god god damn I think I’m missing out No, I know I’m missing out God, god damn