Both of Me - Attic Abasement

Some people these days

Spill all over the place

And nothing at all is they had hoped things would become

They shrivel up and down they go to the very foam

Well, I’m one of these people

And my heart breaks everyday

But I can’t be one of these people

No, you don’t get both of me

And we can’t stop wasting time

Here you were decaying in your own remains

Sometimes a word or two might flood my memories

Ahead of yourself, till it’s time to leave

Well, I’m not gonna getting fucking indenture

I need some fucking life, not some kind of death

You should’ve just gone on through me

Suddenly, I put it up my sleeve