Playing House

I tied my tongue in knots
To watch your spirit falter
Made the sliding scale
To watch my feelings alter
Fade away for days
Years still feel the same

You could be lonely
But it wouldn’t make sense half the time
You say that you’re holy
Rid yourself of any simple crime

Modern day inventions never filled me up
Constantly pretending not to stay unloved
Patterns showing themselves, it’s a trend
Run in circles again, I’m a mess

My best bet
Is your worst fit
This apathy is perfect
My bеst bet
Is your worst fit
This apathy is perfect

You could bе lonely
But you say that you're holy
You could be lonely

You could be lonely
But it wouldn’t make sense half the time
You say that you’re holy
Rid yourself of any simple crime

If you were a ghost
Who would choose to haunt, and why?
Picking your victims
Tricking them to give up on their lives