Lyrics

Closed off an operation I'm standing close enough to hear I drop the pen from my nervous hand Let go way too soon. how soon is measured How soon is measured in numbers Figures lie, i can't react without turning my eyes Are full of self-satisfaction, you don't know this I'm not telling you anything you want to hear Systems hold us down, do you wanna hear this? Don't want it, makes me sick How can i know that you're not gonna fuck me right back When i turn around and walk away and leave this room Is colder than a thousand slurpees poured down my back At home, i take off my clothes and drift to sleep I don't wanna.... leave.... anymore Make it worth my time and try to dissect this When i say i want, i want, i want