I know that you’ve become numb
Felt it since you were young
And it’s come back
When you need it least and fuck it’s pleased
To feel you under its thumb

Get yourself through the month
Take time to see the sun
Make a hard tack
When you need to leave or wet your sleeve
You don’t answer to no one

Says to me: I’ll wait for the sun
All dying and bloated to burn everyone
Or I’ll believe I’m happy I’m fun
I’m lying I’m older and finally I’m done
And I’ll come back as a bug
And eat your stuff
And then I’ll get squished in the rug
On repeat as I wait for the sun