Texty: Get Bent. Dead It [EP]. Things Not Done Changed.

I can't stand waiting
I suffer from impatience with everything
I'm restless

Kind of hard to feel like you have time to waste
When you're insecure with everything around you

It seemed endless through those eyes
But somewhere we clouded the looking glass

We got desperate
But there's no blame
I felt the same thing in the room with you

I hang myself one the lines I draw
We hang ourselves on the lines we draw

There's no blame

We spend all our time worrying
We only know what we don't want to do
It's exhausting to carry on with the insecurity

Can't tall if I'm making the right moves
I'm fooling everyone but myself