And I Worry

I’ve been getting fed up.
Oh, so sick of this big fake smile.
When they say, “You with your juvenile noise,
time to grow up, you’re in denial.”
If I was starving for fame, to get my name in big bright lights,
I’d go charter a small plane and fall out of the sky.
And you’ve been licking your red lips so long waiting just for this.
My hands have been keeping my mouth shut
from everything spilling out.
Despite all the shame I’ve already caused,
get ready for more. I’m numb to the pain that rattles my bones.
Yeah, I have felt this before.
And I worry that you’re on to me.
I’m your prey, your own casualty.
It’s funny how fate saves us in ways so unpredictable.
And in the end, you will never get back what you put in.
Despite all the shame I’ve already caused,
get ready for war.
I’m numb to the pain that rattles my bones.
Yeah, I have felt this before.