I sat betwixt the digital and real expensive
Stop the synthesizers
I’ll call the bird again

She's my best friend
She always let’s me write it
It can be anything at anytime

Like how I’m thinking about forgetting and lying and changing minds
So many ways to rewrite a line

I’m mad at so called friends
But I might've misread it
How'd you sit content when I'm held in such contempt?

Content with having and being a favorite
Extents I'd go to have and be a favorite
Everyone I know got someone they like more than me
He’d object til he’s in love again but that’s cool man, I get it

But where is my number one position
The bird won’t respond, sometimes I’m sure she’s scared to listen
We’ll talk about anything at anytime, so why not then?
Bored and powerless, your afterthought playing pretend
Borderline desperate I’m feeling alone again

I guess I’m just feeling alone again

To the world who wants me to push forward, I’m still a mess
Years now fixated on
Every broken friendship
Emotions directly between black and white
The darkest of things and their exact opposites at the same time, all ahead
And all you’ve been and could’ve become is a distraction right?
Well these are only distractions living in the background but we still became such tangible such lifelong such real

I made some new friends
They hurt my hands, moreso my head
And I kept them a secret
But I’d like you to meet them