Tether

Why does it always
Fall on me to hold things
Together by a thread?
Oh time [?]

Look at me it isn't pretty anymore
I hope you think that I'm beautiful
Sit back in your seats
While I defend you with the [?] you paid for
What do you think you'd get when
Everyone asks too much
And I can't say no
I'm too familiar with the atmospheric pressure of a gas light stove oh

Oh I've been fucking patient
I've been fucking kind
You value existence with number and pixels
But I'd rather hate you than lie
Now I'm fucking ruthless
Now I'm fucking tired
I've stitched up my future with uncommon sutures
And now I would rather it

Always
Fall on me to hold things
Together by a thread

There's so much time in a day
Go on waste it, until I'm jaded
Horrified by my display
But I'm shameless

Why does it always
Fall on me to hold things
Together by a thread?
Together by a thread?