• Written By: Walker/Mackenzie

Well, I fake a lot of symptoms to be a different person.
I try to listen, I try to be primed for a reason to go back to sleep. That's not to say there's no relief.
I like it when it happens; you don't. You're happy? When you show it; I won't.
The cycle keeps repeating. I can't escape the rip. There's no stopping what this is.

Back in the day your style was impressive, infectious, stress-less.
Disposition had it all, nothing but rapport. Full of what you're empty of.
I hide my riches in embarrassing sheets that reek of suspicious happenings.
'Cause I'm a different person and that will make you sick. There's no stopping what this is.

This thing we left outside is waterlogged. You're a load bearing friend and that is what makes this hard.
This thing we left outside is waterlogged and all that I know is one of us has to wring it out.
This thing we left outside is waterlogged. I've thought about nothing but this. I won't escape the rip.