The over-sensitive me met some assholes in college, helping me become asshole enough to compete with them.
I'm there..only if you don't need me
After the celebration of my mortuary
While trying to rest in peace
The source of my celebration
Wants to celebrate with me
Had stopping soaking the sores
Maybe thoughts were finding a way out
On the verge of my escape
Achieve the empty me I had sought
People realized that maybe I was bleeding
They care, so they feed me with thoughts
Like the waves that come
To wash the mound on my shore
And when the sea realize an owe
It sprinkles some sand on my door
For a soul that's been so numb
Your spit is as sweet as a kiss
All I'm asking for is ignorance
I'll do away with the bliss
I'm there..only if you don't need me
After the celebration of my mortuary
While trying to rest in peace
The source of my celebration
Wants to celebrate with me
Had stopping soaking the sores
Maybe thoughts were finding a way out
On the verge of my escape
Achieve the empty me I had sought
People realized that maybe I was bleeding
They care, so they feed me with thoughts
Like the waves that come
To wash the mound on my shore
And when the sea realize an owe
It sprinkles some sand on my door
For a soul that's been so numb
Your spit is as sweet as a kiss
All I'm asking for is ignorance
I'll do away with the bliss
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