Where are we at, can't get a lay of the land
I'm sorry for how I always misunderstand
It's here in my heart, can't get it out of my head
And I swear that I love you but you can't stand that I care
Can't abandon it all when you just dropped it and ran
Say that I pushed but that just don't fit the narrative
Satan got good on all the baggage I'm carrying
And all the pain in my heart
And all the strain on my sanity