Two friends in my apartment
The rest are who you brought with
Yet I'm the one
Who's telling you
The person you should be
And I almost fought that one kid
Obsessed over that one band
I know both their names
But why don't we
Let sleeping dogs lie
It's a matter of opinion
It's this high horse that I rode in
It's the feet I'm tonguing now
And it's a matter of pride
That pins me to the pavement
When I'm so close to weightless
I'm hovering
Between bloody hands
And freeing my mind
