Food Or Rent

You're so smart but avoid what your feeling It's swallowing you up It's so hard to admit what I'm seeing It's clear you've had enough Focusing on all the wrong things Are you hearing me at all It must be so much fun Trying to piss me off But now that's done I'm sure I've heard enough Im squaring up everything you said Like "the size of your head, shapes the world inside of it Manipulate the lines to fit Cause that's the way it's always been" But there's something There's still something That keeps us going That keeps us going Like a breeze on a cold day The one that never hits our face Let's go back to the old days When we used to say Like "the size of your head Shapes the world inside of it Manipulate the lines to fit Cause that's the way its always been" So save your breath I'm pretty sure I know the rest And honestly, it's just a mess Honestly its always just a fucking mess