Roll your sleeves
Everybody leaves on a dare
Their sunken eyes and their deeply hollow stares

It's fear of becoming something that they are not
It's a constraint of my idea


Terrible waste I've made of sarcasm
All clued up down here
Whatever makes it less bitter


Some mental strain at such a callow age
And now my heart cages and vents in leaps and bounds

It's fear of becoming someone lesser
It's a constant weight we do endeavor


Terrible waste I've made of sarcasm
All clued up down here
Whatever makes you feel kinder

Whatever makes it harder to forget
When you're losing control all tied up down here


Maybe it's a curse
I live on the verge of a nervous breakdown for you
I happily immerse, and my intentions stay gold

Just like you