Rest-Assured

So forget the clever wordplay I'm clouded with creation Abnormality is my interest I always tangle up my brain The fog who consumes your interest Sounds like a borrowed plagued old phrase Swap-meet a calm for chase You're always shallow in my head Did he knock his fog in showman? She'd never be the same Graduate infatuations With some brand new intentions Relapse recycled interests And ash me on my sleeves With a lack of love and Buzz from substance I'm the chased not the chaser She's told Hit so hard She's told Hit so hard Enough's been said She said I'm shallow in my interests I'd like to keep my stomach full But it's not my fault It's not my fault it's not my fault She's told Hit so hard She's taught Take more hearts She's told Hit so hard She's cold Cold heart