Text: Chemical Vocation. A Misfit In Progress. Backseat Driver.

It seems that i've become nothing
withing these walls that's
broken your neck too
how did we get here?
it's not like i don't
deserve, displaying this
shit to you

what the fuck is integrity anyway?

so wave your hands
pretend that it means something to you
so shake your head
in sympathy

did i steal your precious time?
while waiting for someone to care
some part of me will never know
it's not like i don't
deserve, displaying this
shit to you

so wave your hands
pretend that it means something to you
so shake your head
in sympathy

did i steal your precious time?
while waiting for someone to care
some part of me will never know
it's not like i don't deserve

so wave your hands
pretend that it means something to you
so shake your head
in sympathy

so wave your hands
pretend that it means something to you
so shake your head
in sympathy