What a mess
What a goddamn mess this has become
We're ill
And no one knows just who we are
This is all
The one time I say I'm sorry
So get out
Get out before things get ugly
And if it feels strange
I bet it feels stranger on the next wave
I bet you're not a stranger to the concave
With everything reflecting in the wrong way
And I watched you ruin all that you've been given
And I swear to God, some days you look subhuman
I've found
The very last way I can go
I didn't realize I've felt all this before
Give it just a bit more time
I'll get it right
All wrong this time
No more questions
Nothing left to learn
You take what you want
I will only bring you down
And if it feels strange
I bet it feels stranger on the next wave
And if you get a glimpse into the floodgates
Then this will be the final thing that I say