I think you are so incomplete
For the times we meet
Everytime I look around you act so safe and sound
You try to get along in haste
You think I am so incomplete
But I'm a bit more
Real
Thank you again I think I'm okay
You know what's wrong I'm bleeding
Say something back I'm not carried away
I'm enjoying my own weight
Thank you again I think I'm okay
You know what's wrong I'm bleeding
Say something back I'm not carried away
It helps me breathe
I said so
I feel you are so incomplete
Just concede that to me
Is it truly that fun
To fake what you see
(Whooa)
You feel I am so incomplete
But I'm a bit more
Real
Thank you again I think I'm okay
You know what's wrong I'm bleeding
Say something back I'm not carried away
I'm enjoying my own weight
Thank you again I think I'm okay
You know what's wrong I'm bleeding
Say something back I'm not carried away
It helps me breathe
Your questions push me to the corners
I feel so tired and I can't adore this
Your questions push me to the corners
I feel so tired and I can't adore this
Activism, your
Funky rhythms 'cause
Optimism is not that good
Is not that good
Is not that
