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Cyclical occurrences and cynical people I can't tell which one of them is making me so evil I hate the way my perspective has shifted But feeling no remorse for my actions is rather peaceful I think too much, but I don't think at all Pick apart your behavioural flaws I don't know if there's a conversation taking place around me But if there is, I have no intention to get involved What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? I find myself wondering what you told your therapist Did you mention my inability to be remotely intimate? I imagine what was said in response "You could use your right hand and the picture on your nightstand" Drinking more and thinking less Becoming increasingly reckless Medication makes me drowsy Your friends don't seem to understand me What are you waiting for? (I don't know what I'm waiting for) What are you waiting for? (I don't know what I'm waiting for) What are you waiting for? (I don't know what I'm waiting for) What are you waiting for? (I don't know what I'm waiting for)
Writer(s): Phoebe Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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