Red Sink, Yellow Teeth

This morning I brushed my teeth
And red filled up the sink
It made me think of us
And how we're both so lonely

I wanna make her feel
That deep guilt and pain
And I wanna make you fear
Developing your sense of self
-Esteem

Three years
I'll tell you in
Three years
Just hold on tight for
Three years
Your bus stop in
Three years
You'll see in
Three years
You'll love me in
Three years
Just three
Three years
Three more
Three more years

This morning I brushed my teeth
My crooked yellow teeth
It made me think of us
And how you would never judge me

Emotional overload, parasocial connection instant
My heart grew fonder from the distance, body language and instincts
I'm sorry but I can't
I'm sorry but I can't
I can't resist it

I now know exactly what I have to do
It's what he would have wanted, I have to see this through

Let's go for a walk

I'm gonna make her feel
That deep guilt and pain
I'm gonna make him feel
That same burning shame
With every plan I make
I keep turning the wheel of fate
But can you really blame me
For trying to set it straight?