My constant infatuation leads to self-deprecation
I can't handle hearing you talk bad about yourself
And my lack of satisfaction leaves me on the road in traction
Watching headlights and streetlights and everything fire past me in the fog
I could live in this sadness forever, with or without you
Whatever...
Sometimes we fit together, like a puzzle
But sometimes behind glass walls we cause nothing but trouble
My constant layers of bullshit, leads to nothing but
Constant unsolvable problems
And your constant lack of interest makes me want to wish everyone the best
And pack my shit up and run away