Patient Mind کے بول

Dumb like your money A tableau— Through and through Lines sound, like paper But said in the right voice They're so sweet they taste like apple pie I hate that fuck-off time of the day I wish you would take me to the hospital But instead you just stare And you lie to yourself How could you have known? You're not there when I poison myself Every single day anymore It's just my eight to four Every single day anymore I am steadfast and sure I am sure, I am sure, I am sure Gone back for seconds More for the road You chew and chew I get the message You'll tolerate me But your eyes, they hate that no-reply They hate that fuck-off guy Go away I wish you would take me to the hospital But instead you just stare And you lie to yourself How could you have known? You're not there when I lie to myself Every single day anymore It's just my eight to four Every single day anymore I am steadfast and sure I am sure, I am sure, I am sure