We've got problems
yeah I've got my share
Panic and Privilege
senses to impair
and I left you there for good
just like I told you that I would
count to ten in stagnant streetlight
you can drag me as far as you'd like
but you can't make me love you back
and you can't make me react
and this quandry that we create
you can exhale or suffocate
and in text books
dictionaries
its described as Irrational
my volition now resolutes
stab at upset I won't let you
and what we did on the night we met is now something that I regret
when it boils down to tiny vices you were left to your own devices
you chronically cross the line
and our petulance is intertwined
but you won't win, its not a game
and aggression is spread in shame
and in old songs
friends advice
its described as Irrational