Concrete

Look like thom yorke at a party
I'd rather look like barbie

But my Eyeliner looks like sharpie
So I just stare into the concrete

Don't think I wanna be perceived
I scratch my arm until till it bleeds

I try to lean into the beat
But honestly I'd rather leave

But I'm not free
No remedy
The problem's me

Looking at her destroys me
I just see what I should be

But my body's tied to a carseat
So I just stare into the concrete

When Envy and love intersеct
It's hard to tell your right from left

So cover that holе in your chest
And keep it till you welcome death

Let the concrete take my breath