Pt. 2: Electric Boogaloo

(álbum: Egg On Face. Foot In Mouth. Wriggling Wriggling Wriggling. - 2017)

I will often hold the doubt that I'm the bad one
Accused of playing a victim of your love
I can call this home but it isn't where my heart is
Do I paint you as a demon out of shit and blood?

You know I am trying hard, you act like this is effortless
You know it's hard when you call your limbs the things we mutually bought
I find emotive scales exciting and frightening
All my emotive scales contract viruses of thought

I have chosen this lonely freedom
Let's hope it works out for the both of us

I'm a sorry sap forever stunted ox, confirmed
Your flabbergasted film speech, find the words that hurt
You tell me I was born broken, that I don't know how to love
You know I think I do agree, and that's why I've had enough