But Why Would You Care?

These hands are broken and calloused, but nobody seems to notice

And you yelled it into permanence

Have you ever come to hate the very thing that you helped to create?

'Cause that's how I feel every day

I am expendable

But I guess that's just the way things go

I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes

Losing faith in what brings you hope

I am expendable

But I guess that's just the way things go

I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes

Losing faith in what brings you hope

On the outside looking in

Or on the inside sitting in the corner

It's all the same to me

It's all the same to me

I got my hopes up

I thought I was out of the shadows

But I'm buried six feet underneath

What I worked for years to achieve

While they were sleeping

While you were sleeping

I am expendable

But I guess that's just the way things go

I'm a ghost to foreign postal codes

Losing faith in what brings you hope

Home alone where all of my doubts are born

Home alone where all of my fears are formed

I'm sick and tired of hating who I've become

It's getting worse every day I spend home alone

Writing myself to death stands in place of sleep

I am an unlocked door and you're a fucking thief

You can hear me out, but why would you care?

No, why would you care at all?

And you can hear me out, but why would you care?

No, why would you care at all?

I'm sick and tired of hating who I've become

It's getting worse every day I spend home alone

Writing myself to death stands in place of sleep

I am an unlocked door and you're a fucking thief

Yeah, you're a fucking thief