It’s always the same excuse
It’s always the same tired nonsense
Pot shot pot shot pot shot
You’re not even trying
No effort in care
No calculation of time
A fake mask of a cold heart
You won’t even wear on your sleeves
And you won’t come out into the light
You won’t come out into the light
At least wear I can see you
And I thought you were such a sure shot
But its the same lazy habits that got us into this mess
Fuck, got me into this mess, got me into this mess
There I go again
Blaming myself over and over again
Nothing makes it easier
Nothing makes it right
I want a clean
A clean fair fight
I wouldn’t hold my breath
On good graces
or a break in habit
At this point its just survival
The only excuse that has a default of acceptance
And even thats not enough
Always a shift of blame
No accountability
You scream into the mess
And it screams back at you
Screaming match
In an echo chamber
Can’t fill in the blanks can’t see straight
Just sputtering mute spells
Into the dark
Don’t you have a heart?
Is the irony
Of this apathy
That the body is nothing
Without it
Now I’m choking on the tip of my tongue
What do I need to do
To convince you
Drag you out in front of everyone?
I want a clean
A clean fair fight
Its always the same excuse
Its always the same tired nonsense
I thought you were such a sure shot
But you’re not even trying
No effort in care
No calculation of time
A fake mask of a cold heart
that you won’t even wear on your sleeve
You won’t come out into the light
You won’t come out into the light
At least where I can see you
And its the same lazy habits that got us into this mess
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