It's hard to get excited when you're sitting on the edge of a no means bed
It's hard to find a title when you think some kind of title is a straight dead end
Attracted to a better friend, a kiss away from a sliced up head
Give me a reason to care, give me your life and despair
She said I'll wait by the concrete and then we'll meet, take turns and speak
I can't blame the sharp pains, the cold chains, the odd range in my bones
I hope I disintegrate into a bay before I age to who knows