I want be brilliant
And perfectly balanced between every branch that I cross
Write down lists of everything I'm hiding from

To cross far with this paranoia

But everything I bring, it's distorted
It crashes

Catholic junkies are all strung out in shit
Thick
Shit

I want to be honest
With people and things I create
You don't believe me?
I don't believe myself

It's never your fault
It's always my fault
I'm horrible, horrible horrible...
I'm horrible, horrible,horrible...

You're so tired so stay up
Stay up
Stay up
(x3)

La la la la...

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