Lyrics:

Go back to the old crap
To the things you tell yourself youve gotten through.
But its just been a week of
Desperately trying not to sweat off the glue
Cause the body wants to do things
that the body wants to do.
Its a shell coated in candy
for the ground that waits for you.

Rip your friends off.
Write a new song,
Call it Shame and claim its indelible truths,
Play the victim,
Be a shithead,
Throw the blame at anyone coming for you
Cause the brains gonna do things
that the brains gonna do.
Im the worst kind of person
And Im still in love with you.

Howzit animosity can just cut right through the fog of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone and it shapeshifts into guilt that corners you into rights and wrongs cause you told yourself youre the kind of person who knows how to move on and the only way to trick yourself into not feeling insane are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain? You know that nothings real but you sink your hooks into mistakes anyway and youre paralyzed by the hows and whys because people never change.

You can call it angst but I aint seen proof
That the world aint fucked
And we aint just doomed to the truth.

Im still gonna do all of the things I want to do
But the truth at the moment is
Im tired of the truth.
Yeah, Im tired and Im through.