I'm tired of being kind out of habit When someone sees something they want they'll grab it I'm tired of planning out all my actions And applying meaning only on the back end Everything's absolved if its in passion Who and what's at fault Learning how to talk But we don't And a wiser man once said Don't ever leave your bed Your friends are in your head Your message left unread They'll take and then forget Things will change but not quite yet The pattern is a trend The bottom is your friend Wait until you're fed Or be hungry in your head Is this a way out