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Yeah you drift on the line you don't like me
All your friendships they woven so tightly
Thought I'd found someone like you just like me
But you spite me
Mess with my psyche
And all your friendships that judge
They can bite me
Think they know me but that is unlikely
Fuck with bands you be fuckin' with my life see
But it's fine right
'Cause you're just like me?
You're not

Vices always scattered
Like nothing ever matters
You should own your shit
But you're always up in tatters
Always in the midst before the ashes scatter
Tryna get away you got me climbing up the ladder

That's just the way it is
The way it fits
The cost it is
Another fight and sitch you're in
At the cost of what is nice
Not always easy to do right
Hope that someday you find value in

I don't know what's better
Is it leaving you alone?
Acknowledging the shit you do
Is it answering the phone?
Tired of the games you play
I'm just tryna be alone
Never had frostbite before I'm colder than I've ever known

Yeah you drift on the line you don't like me
All your friendships they woven so tightly
Thought I'd found someone like you just like me
But you spite me
Then try to write me
And all your friendships that judge
They can bite me
Think they know me but that is unlikely
Fuck with bands you be fuckin with my psyche
But it's fine right
'Cause you like me?
Or not

Vices always scattered
Like nothing ever matters
You should own your shit
But you're always up in tatters
Always in the midst before the ashes scatter
Not even looking back I'll be climbing up the ladder

That's just the way it is
The way it fits
The cost it is
Another fight and sitch you're in
At the cost of what is nice
Not always easy to do right
Hope that someday you find value in

I don't know what's better
Is it leaving you alone?
Acknowledging the shit you do
Is it answering the phone?
Tired of the games you play
I'm just tryna be alone
Won't let the word potential be etched upon my tombstone