Confided truths will find their hosts
Chosen by the tenants of a residence
Who felt they were floating in
A makeshift boat
Once I found out from a friend
That you were nothing more
For treating me as a mere end
I felt no way else that we can mend
Cause I've got nothing and I am nowhere
Just for a few more days
And I'll just pass the time
Without your face
I keep secrets and they keep prying
I'm not happy but not for a lack of trying
I am clenching every muscle
I am quenching every thirst
I need to find the will not to think of myself first
If nothing gets me nowhere
Then I must be completely out of space
Find out once I'm gone
That I am not a total utter broken failed waste
Find someone somewhere
To cover the mess you made
Of another failed charade
I know I am
Falling back on my own word
Gratis is the only form of love I'll take
Consensual and awake
Find someone somewhere
To cover the mess you made
Of another failed charade
I know I am
Falling back on my own word
Find someone somewhere
To cover the mess you made
Of another failed charade
I know I am
Falling back on my own word