There Must be a line between Functional poetry and self flagellation With a beat and a melody These songs I've been writing Are ever increasingly lists Of my vices and fears I tell myself that it's art "because honesty" But honestly honesty hasn't been good to me Lies and adrenaline are natural medicines I'll take a nap while they steer ♪ Like a shitty MacGyver I improvise problems With everyday objects Here's one I build out of milk jugs and matchsticks So even when I'm in a twist about nothing I still got the comfort of sucking at something Now I still apologise Mostly on reflex Shut down your feelings Wallow in disconnect But it's not my fault It's just one of the side effects It's gonna be like this for weeks Oh, and this Is just what I need It's just what I need When do the symptoms begin to recede It's just what I need It's just what I need I feel the heat of your head on my cheek Maybe together We might be better More than the sum of what makes us But we Before you arrive And I let you inside Promise you'll leave Promise you'll leave Promise you'll leave When my shit gets old honey promise you'll leave Promise you'll leave Promise you'll leave