[Verse 1]

Weak knees

Fuck your sympathy

I'll be my own best friend

She prays as the radio plays

"I see a bad moon rising..." again

Foretold

She lives on hold

What is she trying to save me from?

Blind spot in the adjacent lot

Waiting for my time to come

[Chorus 1]

I won't wait in this line

I've got nothing left in me

My weight on your shifting spine

I fuck up and you fabricate me

[Verse 2]

Gray days on paper plates

Our vibrations collide

Arcane

Sister's a saint

She sets herself aside

Pitfall, publish, appall

I fall down right in the street

You blow smoke

You sugarcoat

Then you take a front row seat

[Chorus 2]

And I think I've had enough

I'm not listening to it

Lay all of your cards on the table

And I know you'd take every bit

[Chorus 3]

I won't wait in this line

Sooner or later it goes awry

You live your life like a chore

And I'm not listening anymore