Cozenage
Whole time I was spitting straight facts
And you were spitting cozenage
If I slipped up then you'd throw it all back
And destruct the covenant
Rewire me, rip me to shreds and reroute my hardware
Cause it's a hard hand like osmium on my chest
When I'm hardwired to care
I need to
Breathe air
Make peace with the fact that you
Don't care
You've moved onto a different page
I'm stuck in purgatory harbouring a rage
But you hit with the 'do not engage'
High time you acted your age
Fuck this noise you're just acting out
Nobody's forcing you to stick around
Why do you come back to tell me I'm dead
Now I'm haunting in apartment ten
Fuck this house that you call a home
I hope it feels empty now you're all alone
I hope you it's killing you to watch me leave
I hope you fall apart without me
Fell asleep next to you
Woke up on the wrong side of bed with a concussion
8 hours of black
Then it's back to the red hot, fair-weathered dysfunction
Yeah you're ready to up sticks so quick
And leave me hanging on by a live wire
Felt like solid ground I was
I was wrong
Whole time I've been sitting a'top a quagmire
Fuck this noise you're just acting out
Nobody's forcing you to stick around
Why do you come back to tell me I'm dead
Now I'm haunting in apartment ten
Fuck this house that you call a home
I hope it feels empty now you're all alone
I hope you it's killing you to watch me leave
I hope you fall apart without me
And you were spitting cozenage
If I slipped up then you'd throw it all back
And destruct the covenant
Rewire me, rip me to shreds and reroute my hardware
Cause it's a hard hand like osmium on my chest
When I'm hardwired to care
I need to
Breathe air
Make peace with the fact that you
Don't care
You've moved onto a different page
I'm stuck in purgatory harbouring a rage
But you hit with the 'do not engage'
High time you acted your age
Fuck this noise you're just acting out
Nobody's forcing you to stick around
Why do you come back to tell me I'm dead
Now I'm haunting in apartment ten
Fuck this house that you call a home
I hope it feels empty now you're all alone
I hope you it's killing you to watch me leave
I hope you fall apart without me
Fell asleep next to you
Woke up on the wrong side of bed with a concussion
8 hours of black
Then it's back to the red hot, fair-weathered dysfunction
Yeah you're ready to up sticks so quick
And leave me hanging on by a live wire
Felt like solid ground I was
I was wrong
Whole time I've been sitting a'top a quagmire
Fuck this noise you're just acting out
Nobody's forcing you to stick around
Why do you come back to tell me I'm dead
Now I'm haunting in apartment ten
Fuck this house that you call a home
I hope it feels empty now you're all alone
I hope you it's killing you to watch me leave
I hope you fall apart without me
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Writer(s): Hayden Barlow
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