Long Division
Isn't there anyone who will go through the motions with me
I am broken you'll see I am golden
Like silence or someone who's touched by the king who's been cursed
Isn't there anything wrong with me
I could fix with a flick of my wrist or a college degree
Escape from monotony
'Cause timing is everything but I'm lazy
I didn't turn back the clock
There was probably a time where we could have been crazy in love
But I missed it, I missed you, I fucked it up
I spend time with my collection
Waste rhymes on imperfection
I'll never ever get any of it back
I'll never take any of it back
A traced line in my decisions
I graced mine with incisions
Don't make me carry it again
Don't make me bury it again
Don't make me bury you again
Isn't there anyone who will tell me I'm wrong when they know that I'm not right
(I am never right)
I have left behind all the fakers and liars in my life
Isn't there anything that I could do to help
All the loneliness that you felt
Escape from monotony
Escape from hypocrisy
'Cause timing is everything but I'm lazy
I didn't turn back the clock
There was probably a time where we could have been crazy in love
But I'm sure that I already fucked it up
I spend time with my collection
Waste rhymes on imperfection
I'll never ever get any of it back
I'll never take any of it back
A traced line in my decisions
I graced mine with incisions
Don't make me carry it again
Don't make me bury it again
Don't make me bury you again
Don't make me bury you again
Don't make me bury you again
Don't make me bury you again
I am broken you'll see I am golden
Like silence or someone who's touched by the king who's been cursed
Isn't there anything wrong with me
I could fix with a flick of my wrist or a college degree
Escape from monotony
'Cause timing is everything but I'm lazy
I didn't turn back the clock
There was probably a time where we could have been crazy in love
But I missed it, I missed you, I fucked it up
I spend time with my collection
Waste rhymes on imperfection
I'll never ever get any of it back
I'll never take any of it back
A traced line in my decisions
I graced mine with incisions
Don't make me carry it again
Don't make me bury it again
Don't make me bury you again
Isn't there anyone who will tell me I'm wrong when they know that I'm not right
(I am never right)
I have left behind all the fakers and liars in my life
Isn't there anything that I could do to help
All the loneliness that you felt
Escape from monotony
Escape from hypocrisy
'Cause timing is everything but I'm lazy
I didn't turn back the clock
There was probably a time where we could have been crazy in love
But I'm sure that I already fucked it up
I spend time with my collection
Waste rhymes on imperfection
I'll never ever get any of it back
I'll never take any of it back
A traced line in my decisions
I graced mine with incisions
Don't make me carry it again
Don't make me bury it again
Don't make me bury you again
Don't make me bury you again
Don't make me bury you again
Don't make me bury you again
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Wieland
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