I get it, you don't have to tell me again and again, I get the point

But maybe there's something about my reaction that tells you something right (Yeah)

I don't know about that

I know it's not affection I lack

Maybe something deeper than that

Maybe something I need to give all my attention

I was running fucking fast in the wrong direction

I was held, I was a hostage of my perspective

Don't tell me there's nothing, a lesson or something, to hold onto tonight

You act like you're above it, you know that you're nothing as long as you hold the knife (Woo!)

Don't give me that crap

Never empathy that I lacked

Everything's so white and it's black in your eyes

And I realized I don't care if you know (Don't care if you don't know)

I was running fucking fast in the wrong direction

I was held, I was a hostage of my perspective

You get what you get

And, well, tough luck, a shit hand

You learn to live with it

Not fighting against it