Past Lives

Hold Holding up the pieces Arranging my ego So I can’t see their disappointed faces Holding on to sadness At my own discretion Held it like a cross While you put the nails in Talk about your past lives And how they all ended Don’t look to me You know I can’t say shit Can’t pretend it’ll be any better All over again Can’t hold you up I can barely stand When you’re an adult You make your own bed Built A house of cards Far too high Walls so thin Fit through the needles eye The slightest breeze Could tear this down Surprised that it hasn’t been destroyed by now Please Please ignore the message I left you on the dresser Things I wanna say Aren’t fit for pen and paper You reply in a scribble F*ck you very much This bottle made me sick I’ll use my hatred as a crutch You know I can’t say shit Can’t pretend It’ll be any better All over again Can’t hold you up I can barely stand When you’re an adult You make your own bed As an adult As an adult When you’re an adult You make your own bed