American imperialism runs through my mind
I hide by my indecisions, afraid to die
I am always a paycheck away from destroying myself
When I could just race to your arms and kiss you right now
This is the perfect silence to punish me with
On the street where I will be residing
There's not much to miss
I am always a paycheck away from designing myself
When I could just type all the lines and comfort you now
Sleep talk all night, didn't I
Sleep walk to your parents house