Three steps from leaving my inconsistencies
Buried in the dump that folds in the backseat
Rearview mirror facing an image resembling me
Fuck it I’ll say thanks, but you won’t see me again
It’s been a couple of weeks since I heard from you last
You were wrong, but it’s a matter of your childish acts
No guilt will outweigh me more than I was raised to be
Hate me, I’ll show you more than you expect to see
Hate me, I’m dying to take two steps from leaving a bullshit call
Of impulsive thoughts to empower you more
Your ignorance justifies a part of that I despise
I’m not giving in and feeding you lies
Even though you’d drink them despite how dry
Don’t question me and expect defeat
I’ll show you more than you expect to see
I got your letter from another form you take
“Ship shape ungrateful and fix the life you waste
You’re not important; You’re dormant in a life without a place
You fell into my hands and became my own mistake”
I’m the product of your inconsistencies
Buried in the dump of a rundown Derby street
Rearview mirror facing a step from losing me
Fuck it I’ll say thanks, I’m better off instead
