Cursing Cain

I get off at a quarter to nine and I hate my job and the people around me
Play pretend every hour of the night but I don't see how I’m really here
I don't see what you see in me. I just stare blankly into the warmth of nowhere

Turn left into the right of way, found peace in the words I'd meant to say
Pull it back like a gun, your head looks like too much fun
So I’ll say-

(Push it back you're getting to me
I lost the words I'd meant to say)x3 push it-

I try to bend and contort my lungs into a more desirable shape
But nothing that I do could change the way you see mе, and nothing that I say could change the way I see myself, and I can't feel a thing

Can you see mе crying out for you?
CAN YOU HEAR ME CRYING OUT FOR YOU? Can you hear it in the back of the room? I'm completely instable...
Cause stability is fucking boring

I can't take much more of this

I can't take much more of this

I can't take much more of this

I can’t take much more of-

Cracks in the windowpane, blood on the windowsill, hair clogging all the drains, kill it I know you will

I can’t take much more of this
I can't take much more of this
I can’t take much more of this

One day I am going to make it, but it'll be a creeping ascension
You'll be able to look back cause you knew me before I became an asshole
I am an ironic hipster, I am the truly great pretender
Like Cain belonging nowhere, neurotic and utterly alone