I’m pushing past my stitched shut lips to speak about the same old shit
Like how we’re growing up but going nowhere
And I’m sick of all this lust we breathe but my lungs just need consistency
Yet I’m still changing from when you first knew me
And I’m so drained from all my yelling cuz my whisper sounds the same
I’ve gone and changed again, changing what you thought you knew back then
And I’m sore from holding back everything I mean to say to you
I’m not your day dream, please just bury me
