[00:15.136]Pushed away with all your might
[00:18.144]Is it bad
[00:19.648]If you want them back?
[00:22.407]So you relied on your hindsight
[00:25.417]You had it all
[00:27.422]But it’s all you had
[00:30.181]Dig yourself deeper like a lie,
[00:33.189]I’m moving slow
[00:35.194]I’m fast asleep
[00:38.206]Double knotting all the ties
[00:40.715]To the friends I had in 2016
[00:45.482]And the showers brought May flowers to their waiting room
[00:50.251](Your name in italics
[00:51.506]A product of habit)
[00:53.515]Vase half full with holy water you were holy too
[00:58.031](A swan song in static
[00:59.286]So melodramatic)
[01:01.292]And you couldn’t put it better without holding your tongue
[01:04.804]I just say I can’t remember because I don’t don’t like who I was
[01:10.575]Cold to the touch and never warm enough
[01:27.630]So you’ve settled on sleeping forever
[01:30.643]Mark my height with pen and measure
[01:33.403]An older soul, was weary in my youth
[01:36.916]No daylight to waste
[01:38.171]No sleep left to lose
[02:05.520]You looked over my last effort to assert
[02:10.288](Speak for yourself
[02:11.541]You have my word)
[02:13.045]No, it’s never been quite like me to be firm
[02:17.560](And even still what’s mine is yours)
[02:20.577]I haven’t felt right in such a long time
[02:26.856]There’s no sleep left to lose
[02:30.112]Just ****ing static all the time
[02:34.881]And the showers brought May flowers to their waiting room
[02:42.058]Needed a figure like a father just like salt in your wounds
[02:50.093]You said I wouldn’t feel it when you picked me up by the scruff
[02:53.103]Perfect posture starts to bow when the weight piles up
[02:58.875]Cold to the touch and never warm enough

Pushed away with all your might
Is it bad
If you want them back?
So you relied on your hindsight
You had it all
But it’s all you had
Dig yourself deeper like a lie,
I’m moving slow
I’m fast asleep
Double knotting all the ties
To the friends I had in 2016
And the showers brought May flowers to their waiting room
(Your name in italics
A product of habit)
Vase half full with holy water you were holy too
(A swan song in static
So melodramatic)
And you couldn’t put it better without holding your tongue
I just say I can’t remember because I don’t don’t like who I was
Cold to the touch and never warm enough
So you’ve settled on sleeping forever
Mark my height with pen and measure
An older soul, was weary in my youth
No daylight to waste
No sleep left to lose
You looked over my last effort to assert
(Speak for yourself
You have my word)
No, it’s never been quite like me to be firm
(And even still what’s mine is yours)
I haven’t felt right in such a long time
There’s no sleep left to lose
Just ****ing static all the time
And the showers brought May flowers to their waiting room
Needed a figure like a father just like salt in your wounds
You said I wouldn’t feel it when you picked me up by the scruff
Perfect posture starts to bow when the weight piles up
Cold to the touch and never warm enough