I promise not to be apathetic to the ones
Who care the most it's just hard when
I really don't at all understand how things work
I'm writing sentences with syntax recalling my words
This body is too tight
On my infinite light
I don't think there's a god waiting for me but we'll see
Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not
It's getting dark at 5pm again, don't tell me how to live my life
I keep dissociating while you speak
I can't help but wonder if you're proud of me
I don't think there's a god waiting for me but we'll see