I don't think I'll ever get over it
These chords are all I know
The tiny mumbling
The cum seeping out still creeps me out
I'm not oblivious to myself

I can't see what everybody else sees
Nothing ever happens in this place
It's all the same, big plans, no change

Nowhere left to turn, I can't stop yearning for
The things I know I'll never wrap my arms around
So high we'll hold and hang your head and drag the next
Big mistake