Bang your head and spill your guts
But that's not enough, you'll be better of dead
Than stuck in a rut that you dug in my trust
Every time you try to make amends
Yeah forget it, you don't regret it for a second
You're nothing better than I expected
And I won't stand for
Another one of your tied tongue lashings
Listless, and I'm comfortable with lust and less
Languid, and I'm fine with the facets of
Failure, compelled by aversion to
Anguish, damned to repeat if foundations stay fused to the ground
As you retreat a crooked mile, broken
You pack what you lack
And you take it with you
And I've been learning to live without
Left to your own devices
And none of them work
Forced to trade the stability of silence
For the clamor of hollow vows
You'll do whatever it takes
I'll do whatever it takes

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