I wanted to die on a Thursday

No one's around for my birthday

Guess I'II just laze in, stay in

Construct a lyrical mirror I don't see my face in

Autobiography's boring (so I)

Stick my fingers in my throat for you

Complain about work and then self deprecate til i'm actually nothing

I gave it my all, I'm done trying, it's written on my face

Selfish and centered, on the wrong things, forcing acquired taste

Anxiously attached and unglued

I pace around til I feel you

Beside me, lying supine

Pathetically convince myself, "this will be the last time"

I gave it my all, I'm done trying, it's written on my face

Selfish and centered, on the wrong things, forcing acquired taste

Curbed all my, progress when, I sent you that message, I meant it

Familiar this, sense of slipping, into patterns, my fault lies in faking it

Complicated turns of phrase used

You call me crying from the bathroom

I've never felt a darker shade of blue

While walking home alone again

To another year of caving in

I gave it my all, I'm done trying, it's written on my face

Selfish and centered, on the wrong things, forcing acquired taste

Curbed all my, progress when, I sent you that message, I meant it

Familiar this, sense of slipping, into patterns, my fault lies in faking it