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Dull Knife

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Speaking to family and friends is like fighting a killer with a dull knife that happens to be just right to keep hacking and hacking, meanwhile there’s no sign of death on sight. And they keep hacking and hacking for the rest of the night.

I do drugs ‘cause they help me forget no one gives a fuck when my mouth is running
Can’t figure out when to shut up and let someone else chime in
Tall thin man
Strange thoughts
Abstract attitude
Not what anyone wants
Troubled in this bubble that I’ve formed
As soon as I learned I could choose who’s around me I turned it into a freak fest
But they didn’t stay humble and quickly digressed
Yet, I’ve for whatever reason kept them all close to the chest
As if they’re the best choices to assess the complicated subjects I address
When put to the test objectivity doesn’t present
They’re incapable of this

Speaking to family and friends is like fighting a killer with a dull knife that happens to be just right to keep hacking and hacking, meanwhile there’s no sign of death on sight. And they keep hacking and hacking for the rest of the night.

Stoned around stubborn uneducated friend’s glass homes
Family and their God complex graphed to the back of their domes
Like a prophecy written by god in stone
The worry is that I’ll end up alone
And the story is that ship’s been gone
The truth, although wrong, is that this is what’s been going on all along

And the pity isn’t in that it happens
It’s that I let it because I’m a little pathetic
Always regretted how it feels so alone

Speaking to family and friends is like fighting a killer with a dull knife that happens to be just right to keep hacking and hacking, meanwhile there’s no sign of death on sight. And they keep hacking and hacking for the rest of the night.