Plastic bag
Like a ghost
Chasing taillights home
I am all
Your dead pets
Taking what I can get
We're a failed suicide pact
I fell all the way down
You took a step back
You're the fly
In my head
Speak decisions in my ear
I hadn't thought of yet
Mother's child
Last of three
Leave me scrambling before you leave me be
We're a failed suicide pact
I sunk all the way down
You took a deep breath
I'm not lost
But I'm not loved
I won't sublimate myself
And I won't play along
I'm not lost
But I'm not loved
I won't sublimate myself
And I won't play along
