miniscule

Pick it up from the top, where'd the minutes go?
I give up on the spot, is it miniscule?
Not now, take five, put your hoodie up
I don't even like to talk, am I good enough
One, wake up, take all that you want to
Two, hate lunch, make something it's up to you
Fake fucks, they won't get a buck for who
What, when, time and place, what's it come to?
You hate all your friends, but it's not fair
You think they'd give in, but you won't share
Patience, places, better get up there
Wait this isn't it, quick get your own chair

Is it not enough? You just made a thousand bucks
Pick it all apart, ticket isn't valuable
Is it not enough? You just made a thousand bucks
Pick it all apart, ticket isn't valuable

All the memories slip into a pipe dream
What's it mean to be? Throw it all beside me
I'll pretend to see what's really enticing
So embarrassing, look at what you're writing
All the memories slip into a pipe dream
What's it mean to be? Throw it all beside me
I'll pretend to see what's really enticing
So embarrassing, look at what you're writing

"Woah woah woah, woah woah"

All I ever thought of was never what I wanted
Place, time, never mattered
You probably never saw it
But you look back and vomit, like was I really honest?
Hate time, you can't handle
You sleep, but you don't want it
Break it into something new
Same shit, what you going to do?
Crazy, what you're turning to
Phase Shift, press the button, blue

Is it not enough? You just made a thousand bucks
Pick it all apart, ticket isn't valuable
Is it not enough? You just made a thousand bucks
Pick it all apart, ticket isn't valuable

All the memories slip into a pipe dream
What's it mean to be? Throw it all beside me
I'll pretend to see what's really enticing
So embarrassing, look at what you're writing
All the memories slip into a pipe dream
What's it mean to be? Throw it all beside me
I'll pretend to see what's really enticing
So embarrassing, look at what you're writing



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Finlow
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