Eff

My constant infatuation leads to self-deprecation

I can't handle hearing you talk bad about yourself

And my lack of satisfaction leaves me on the road in traction

Watching headlights and streetlights and everything fire past me in the fog

I could live in this sadness forever, with or without you

Whatever...

Sometimes we fit together, like a puzzle

But sometimes behind glass walls we cause nothing but trouble

My constant layers of bullshit, leads to nothing but

Constant unsolvable problems