Coyote

It's the existential dread
Of growing up and needing the comfort of my childhood bed
My selfishness isn't stemmed from loneliness
But built from deep inside of me

I'll wash my hands of all of this
And I'll waste my time

I don't like who I am
When I'm all alone
But I'm getting through with the help of you
I don't agree, for what it's worth
We can leave
Rest assured
That I'll learn from the monster I've become

So I'll wash my hands of all of this
And I'll waste my time
So I'll wash my hands of all of this
I'll waste my time

We cannot stand the cold
My life's a mess you know
My chest sinks like a stone
This shit's just getting old
We're getting old

So I'll wash my hands of all of this
And I'll waste my time
(Oh God I'll waste my time)
So I'll wash my hands of all of this
So you'll waste, Don't you waste
Oh God, I'll waste my time



Credits
Writer(s): James Boyce
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