I used to think i had a chance with you (or: The Harrowing Disappointment of Growing Old in a Facile Scene)

Tell me, tell me everything I wanna hear

Tell me, tell me everything I ever feared is all in my head

Offer a new place to go rest my head

Off a new way of this hope and the ways that I cope

Erase all the stress in a daze, no

Look at the mess that you made, no

Look at the mess that you made, no

It doesn't get better, the skin just gеts tougher

A hint of the trauma in for your consciencе

Infrared saunas couldn't cleanse tension

Just clench new perspectives, the pressure will lessen

Impressions of stress or revenge keeps me from resting

A new direction, but no fuel

A view I'll bloom a mental vengeance

Like a noose to keep me up to give the illusion I've strengthened ascended

I'm splendid and sanctioned by mental frames and thoughts I've mentioned

All a new method

All of what looms is our deficits dressed in a testament

And forms of comfort like bitter pills

But to my mind, they taste just like Entemanns

And to my knowledge, I can't think of sentences to ever hold up

Now hold up repent my sins

Love boomerangs

Knew the things stimulus caves in

Simulate several things, I have kept waiting

And I pledge on my death

That I can invade this negative frame of thought

Look how I came and sought

Played this, love's a game

Don't shit the basics

Reciprocations rigid

I face the facts like razor blades smack

Right across wrists 'till it starts forming cracks

Tell me, tell me everything I wanna hear

Tell me, tell me everything I ever feared is all in my head

Offer a new place to go rest my head

Off a new way of this hope and the ways that I cope

Erase all the stress in a daze, no

Look at the mess that you made, no

Look at the mess that you made, no

Tell me, tell me everything I wanna hear

Tell me, tell me everything I ever feared is all in my head

Offer a new place to go rest my head

Off a new way of this hope and the ways that I cope

Erase all the stress in a daze, no

Look at the mess that you made, no

Look at the mess that you made, no

Limerence all in my mind, oh

It just makes all of my mind zone

In a space where both my eyes close

Same souls in a different time zone

In different shapes, different race fly so

Mitigate, it'll make lines go off

Vindicate bitter grace integrate

It has been days since a better state

All my pathetic ways reflect genetic traits

Jet set up into the midnight

Might levitate in the dim light

My mind is bright as some lemonade

Fantasize lovers that I knew of yesterday

But love's a game and I just get played every day

Performing, words pouring

Important key portions of my borderline tragedy

Trapped in my agony tactfully

Impact appeasing the passion as strategy

Passing the wack shit, so rapidly

Raps plastered on paths to pacify apathy

Adds to the dreams that I actively breed from the trees

That all scatter seeds onto the grass as it feeds all the wings that the galaxy brings

But if the beans are smoked to help cope, then a crowd of fiends choke

And the clouds become a coax when it gleams

Rain to help sprout the leaves

Piece of the season that grapples heat

Leaving a rattle between their feet

Traveling plateaus up in the east

Leaking tobacco in paths of my dreams

Even if after my passion runs deep into rivers of sadness upstream

I'd still just be glad that we had something that seemed like a real connection

I thought, I thought we could be

I thought, I thought we could be

I thought, I thought we could be

A real connection

I thought, I thought we could be

I thought, I thought we could be

I thought, I thought we could be