Asymptote Lyrics

How's it going, don't you remember me, my friend

I'm like long division, I keep coming back again

They call me the ghost, and they call you the haunt

The only person who save you from this hell is maybe your aunt

I know both of us, and we're feelin' the same

Both of us just tired of a-playin' this game

Reminded every time ol' Eric's being lame

Reminded every time he refers to you without your name

You know depression, well yeah, I'm the sequel

Your death-life balance, I'm trying to make sure that they're equal

And I'm tryin' to sneak by, henceforth unnoticed

Don't you try to get help, it's bad for both of us, you know this

Look at your legs, don't you think there's too much hair

Look at your face, can't you see what's not there

You'd like to share, but I'd watch out for the stigma

There's probably more for that than for a-pullin' the trigger

Help

Yeah I could use a little help

It's a battle 24/7, not a day off

Makin' life seem like more than a full-time job

Help

Yeah I could use a little help

I know it's a battle I got to win

But with this voice in my ear, it's hard to stay in

You'll fight and you'll kick and you'll punch and you'll scream

But there's nothing you can do to get you out of this dream

Nothing is certain, but here's my guarantee

You'll never ever ever ever outrun me

And plus, if you do, you wouldn't like the other side

You'd find out that your "happiness" was just a lie

And besides, who's got time for that?

That happiness'd probably burn out in 30 seconds flat

"No, I will not," you plead and you scream while perfecting the knot

You might not realise it, but you seem to like to set up Chekov's guns a whole lot

You'll do or you'll die, but you'll die anyway so just why even try

Just call it a test; wouldn't you like to see if your blood is as blue as the sky

Wouldn't it be nice, to finally make use of that forgotten knife

Wouldn't it be cool, to claw off your skin while you're sitting in school

Wouldn't it be rich, to find yourself upsidedown deep in a ditch

Wouldn't it be fun, to shoot some strangers and yourself with a gun

Help

Yeah I could use a little help

It's a battle 24/7, not a day off

Makin' life seem like more than a full-time job

Help

Yeah I could use a little help

I know it's a battle I got to win

But with this voice in my ear, it's hard to stay in

Help

Yeah I could use a little help

It's a battle 24/7, not a day off

Makin' life seem like more than a full-time job

Help

Yeah I could use a little help

I know it's a battle I got to win

But with this voice in my ear, it's hard to stay in