So, I start this out without much to say
I see things that put my day away
Staying back for good reasons
And flying through the seasons
One, two, three, no one sees
Four, five, six this makes me sick
Pictures of things so fake to me
Makes things easier indeed
Put lines in the sand
Makes things go as planned
Things get easier in time
I understand
Things are easier you see
So stop fucking with me
Oh, an opportunity to unfold
All i feel is the cold
Blistering bitterness on the other side
It just makes my sigh
Things get easier in time
I understand
Things are easier you see
So stop fucking with me
So stop fucking with me
So stoooooppp fucking with me