Food Or Rent

You're so smart but avoid what your feeling
It's swallowing you up
It's so hard to admit what I'm seeing
It's clear you've had enough
Focusing on all the wrong things
Are you hearing me at all

It must be so much fun
Trying to piss me off
But now that's done
I'm sure I've heard enough
Im squaring up everything you said

Like "the size of your head,
shapes the world inside of it
Manipulate the lines to fit
Cause that's the way it's always been"

But there's something
There's still something
That keeps us going
That keeps us going
Like a breeze on a cold day
The one that never hits our face
Let's go back to the old days
When we used to say

Like "the size of your head
Shapes the world inside of it
Manipulate the lines to fit
Cause that's the way its always been"

So save your breath
I'm pretty sure I know the rest
And honestly, it's just a mess
Honestly its always just a fucking mess