Excuse
With every new low, rediscover old highs
You lifted yourself up once
Why skip a retry?
Got my old rage
And new motivations
All I want is distance, self control and patience
Run cus you're mad
Return when you're sad
How much of you do they have?
Break off and don't go back
They got queer kids in their crosshairs
And their deaths never make the news
I live every second building upwards
And I'll use that just to ensure that you lose
Tell me that the dreams dead cus you want it to be
I failed the way they designed
Couldn't feel safe with myself
Tried to improve it with time
Peerless, led to crosshairs
Would my death ever make the news?
We lived every second building up hatred
I can see it in all of your views
Wishing that a dream's dead cus you need it to be
Fell out of what they designed
Trauma won't dictate my path
Removed for how I align
With every new low, rediscover old highs
You lifted yourself up once
Why skip a retry?
Got my old rage
And new motivations
All I want is distance, self control and patience
Saw the patterns before everyone else
I gave em warnings, didn't matter, I'd offend when I'd tell
I can feel subtext from miles away
Doesn't matter, to this day I'm still turned into prey
With no chance
Run cus you're mad
Return when you're sad
How much of you do they have?
Break off and don't go back
You lifted yourself up once
Why skip a retry?
Got my old rage
And new motivations
All I want is distance, self control and patience
Run cus you're mad
Return when you're sad
How much of you do they have?
Break off and don't go back
They got queer kids in their crosshairs
And their deaths never make the news
I live every second building upwards
And I'll use that just to ensure that you lose
Tell me that the dreams dead cus you want it to be
I failed the way they designed
Couldn't feel safe with myself
Tried to improve it with time
Peerless, led to crosshairs
Would my death ever make the news?
We lived every second building up hatred
I can see it in all of your views
Wishing that a dream's dead cus you need it to be
Fell out of what they designed
Trauma won't dictate my path
Removed for how I align
With every new low, rediscover old highs
You lifted yourself up once
Why skip a retry?
Got my old rage
And new motivations
All I want is distance, self control and patience
Saw the patterns before everyone else
I gave em warnings, didn't matter, I'd offend when I'd tell
I can feel subtext from miles away
Doesn't matter, to this day I'm still turned into prey
With no chance
Run cus you're mad
Return when you're sad
How much of you do they have?
Break off and don't go back
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Writer(s): Mason Gilbert
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