Questions for the Gods of Human Behavior

there’s a history somewhere

in which I learned to fail myself

back then the rule of thumb was: rip yourself wide open and bleed shame

that was how we made friends

oh, am I repeating these things I didn’t want done to me?

am I making my life hard?

is this the way it happens?

life can just press “repeat”?

can I slow it down?

slow it down?

I remember it clearly

I think I lost myself that way

back then the word was “love” for every fucking feeling in this world

hey, what a mess we all made

oh, am I repeating these things I didn’t want done to me?

am I making my life hard?

is this the way it happens?

life can just press “repeat”?

can I slow it down?

slow it down?

I’m the child of illusion

I’m the heir to a lie

it’s the way that it tells me

that I’d better not try

it’s a game of illusion

it’s a widely spread lie

and I swear that it tells me

that I’d better not try

but I’m repeating these things I didn’t want done to me

and I’m making my life hard

this is the way it happens; life can just press “repeat”

can I slow it down?

slow it down?

slow it down?

slow it down?

can I slow it down?

slow it down

slow it down