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)
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