You’re so damn smart, good luck with that

It took your whole life to come up with that

Is it just the season, to say what’s on your mind

You could barely breathe from a simple lie

I’m so damn smart

I deserve a fucking medal for this

And I’m stuck running fiction, through my head

But it’s what I do, I breathe for you

And our problems don’t align in full

You’re too far gone, to have my back

A mirror from behind, will stop you in you’re tracks

I’m picking up the pieces, you stabbed me in the back

A needle for a lie, or another crack

I think I’m breaking even

I’m falling for a feeling

And I’m stuck running fiction through my head

But it’s what I do, I breathe again

And our problems don’t align in full

And I’m broke what a fucking surprise again

But it’s what I do, I drain the pool

My issues don’t belong with you

And I’m stuck running fiction through my head

But it’s what I do, I breathe again

And our problems don’t align in full

And it burns just a little, in my brain

But I’ve lost the plot and I’ve numbed the pain

My issues now belong with you