Sit On My Hands

In my life, wasted

Opinion, distracted

Basically growing like vegetable

Stowing the secret I already know

One victim

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Waiting, wasted

I sit on the table

My life in a blink

My head is revolting

I shudder to think

I sit on my hands

You've taken my silence as total compiance

How could you feel any other way?

I'm spending my life and you're reading my lines out

Why did I tell you how I play it?

Wondering what if I crashed into feeling

Could I get away with it?

You've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it

Picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket

I like you, we can't see

I wish I could wake up

You've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it

Picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket

I sit on my hands