Ayy
I hate your constant oscillations
You just go back and forth and back and forth again
It’s like your fucking occupation
How you shatter my relief like porcelain
I wait for panic to subside
Then scrape the tarnish from my mind
There’s never any place to hide
There’s never any place to hide
Rotting home
Rotting home
Rotting home
Rotting home
I hate these courtroom presentations
There’s nothing here for someone to defend
These long obnoxious conversations
They just go on and on and on and never end
I count the stars like anniversaries
From the window of this prison that I’m at
Sometimes the world will show me mercy
Then you shattered my release like porcelain
I wait for panic to subside
Then scrape the tarnish from my mind
There’s never any place to hide
There’s never any place to hide
Rotting home
Rotting home
Rotting home
Rotting home