Yes Friends

You're going on and on, and I'm fucking spaced out
Social hologram, I slowly phase out
I've got a background process that's keeping count
Of all the things they say I severely doubt

I know a lot about denial
The light's bright when you haven't seen it in a while
Or how to hide behind your mask
When you don't know just how to act

Something caught in my head keeps grinding
Another backlash, the cogs start binding
Another night spent wasting space
I'm plugged in, but I'm such a fucking waste
Leaving you that nine-volt taste in your mouth
You can shut me out, oh, but trust me...

I know a lot about closing doors
Broken a finger or two trying to follow you
Hang around, but I'm not so sure
If I even know you people at all

I'm still
Sick of coming to your defense
I'm still trying to ditch my yes friends
Still lit, burning both ends
Far too brittle to bend
Yet we try it again
Turn me on and watch me spin
I'm a centrifuge to separate your sins, well
If living well is the best revenge
I'll start growing
Overflowing from the hole you left me in

Don't you remember the knives you left in my back?
How numb could you possibly be if I'm the one calling you out on it?