Hey Mister "Right The Wrong."
Now "I Don't Care At All."
Do you think you're better off
Now that you're alone?
I don't think you know
Who you are
Where you come from
Why you do those things you do
Innocence of a romance you call a friend
Do you cherish her?
I'm taking notice but accomplishing nothing else
Do you bury her? I swear
Do you know if you're alive?
Well I've been thinking over
Over and over how brilliant tongues make distant hands
And that's just thinking slowly
Like if only I had gotten out
Won't you show her
How you hold her in your head
In your arms
By the throat
First you tell me that I'm under
Now I'm over-complicating things
And you're still twiddling your thumbs
But I'm alive... How could you do this to me?
In taking time, over and over unconscious encounters, you're no longer alone
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