Lyrics
"Please stop tryin' to impress people who don't care about you"
I repeat as a mantra
I've known this wicked waltzer all too long
It's the cycle I'm stuck on
And I'm tryin' to be better, but I fall at every hurdle
Please stop tryin' to find comfort in these sociopaths
Their beauty is exclusively on the surface
As they pull you side to side with all their drugs and who's who stories
And fill that empty space from bein' a child
Or somethin' like that
Straddle these rusted wheels and pedal through the gridlock
On this dry summer evenin', turn my phone off
I'm not receivin' anything or anyone
Just the sound of the empty caverns in my skull
Self-loathin' will be cold if I rise above this lull
