i'd never drive an automatic into love

A final clutch at manual aromanticism A final attempt at self-imparted conversion therapy of the heart Because I want to be apart from all this pain I'm feeling every single day I wanna be apart from all this pain I'm feeling every single day With rooms too hot and floors too cold my feet have turned to iceblocks And they're weighing down my soul And they're weighing down my soul And they're weighing down my soul And they're weighing down my soul