PLACE LIKE THIS

That old drum plays, while it waits, it sits
Its product walks around with a face, looks pissed
And it turns the other way with a blade in its fist
It's gripping till the knuckles on it's hands shape shift
And the brain loves spitting, throwing up spit
Throwing a fit, causing more shit
And the lungs stay winning in a case like this
But the whole stays broken in a place like this
Cause you'll never find love in a place like this
You'll never find love in a place like this
You'll never find love in a place like this
You'll never find love in a place like this
Oh, you'll never find some love
You'll never find some love
(And in fractions)
I've been flash-backing different interactions
But there ain't a lot, there's only few that I've rationed
When it plays out, yeah, I miss when they happened
But shit's changed now, I'm missing in action
You should've seen my damn reaction
When I saw your silhouette
I almost cried, I wish I could retry but I can't
(That part of me is dead)
And I'm part of the problem now
I became rotten
I became damp
I feast for an option
To get out my coffin
But it's way too cramped
Will this ever change?
Will I go back to how I was?
Is that for the worse?
Miami's a curse
I gotta get out (I gotta get out)
But if I get out
Will it spread to the world?
You'll never find love
You'll never find love
Find love
You'll never find love in a place like this
You'll never find love in a place like this
You'll never find love in a place like this
You'll never find love in a place like this