Hear your head and the bed softly hit
Fear instead of normal talking shit
When everything's exactly how it is
Wipe away whatever isn't it

Tons of people easily exist
Why can't I just streamline confidence?
Sentiently singular in it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Crushed to find adults are worse than kids
And that everything is just the way it is
And you can't help it getting mercy ruled in the sixth
Hmmm