Текст песни lessphoric - Juxtaposer

Feeling so forlorn
In my bedroom
Head torn
On the floor
Of a different tomb

Every thread in my drawer
From the wrong womb
Feeling like
It's a chore
Just to speak, dude

Can't get through to you
Eyes welling up and
I don't wanna peek-atchu
All the same to you
I'll just keep quiet
For the mic inside my bedroom
I got no patience
I'm too scared
That I might be dead soon

Feeling so forlorn
In my bedroom
Head torn
On the floor
Of a different tomb

Every thread in my drawer
Will be gone soon

Every day like a chore
That's not the issue

So I always
Want to go
Oh, I'll go away
From you now
From you now

Just leave me love outside the door
It's gonna take some time to process
For sure

Feeling so forlorn
Feeling nothing like a joy

So I
Always
Want to
Go
Away from you now

Feeling so forlorn
In my bedroom
Head torn
On the floor
Of a different tomb

Every thread in my drawer
From the wrong womb
Feeling like
It's a chore
Just to speak, dude

Can't get through to you
Eyes welling up and
I don't wanna peek-atchu
All the same to you
I'll just keep quiet
For the mic inside my bedroom