Yes Friends

You're going on and on, and I'm fucking spaced out Social hologram, I slowly phase out I've got a background process that's keeping count Of all the things they say I severely doubt I know a lot about denial The light's bright when you haven't seen it in a while Or how to hide behind your mask When you don't know just how to act Something caught in my head keeps grinding Another backlash, the cogs start binding Another night spent wasting space I'm plugged in, but I'm such a fucking waste Leaving you that nine-volt taste in your mouth You can shut me out, oh, but trust me... I know a lot about closing doors Broken a finger or two trying to follow you Hang around, but I'm not so sure If I even know you people at all I'm still Sick of coming to your defense I'm still trying to ditch my yes friends Still lit, burning both ends Far too brittle to bend Yet we try it again Turn me on and watch me spin I'm a centrifuge to separate your sins, well If living well is the best revenge I'll start growing Overflowing from the hole you left me in Don't you remember the knives you left in my back? How numb could you possibly be if I'm the one calling you out on it?