CTRL - Intellectual

[Intro]

Years at home

Years at home, I have nothing to show for

Years at home

Years at home, I have nothing to show for

You know I can heal in a weekend

I just always think I'm still bleeding and I'm so bored

Numb skin grows over sores

I don't know what I want anymore

You can stay where you are in my head

As a place for the blame when I'm feelin' pathetic

I don't know who the fuck I'd have been

If I could ever forget, I could ever forget it

People give me love, I can feel it, but it's hard now

I don't need to fuck I just need to let my guard down

Stay, it's so safe underground

But it's cold and I'm just getting old, yeah I'm just getting older

I'm the emergency contact

I want the urgency all back

I'm your emergency contact

I want the urge, I want my agency

I'm the emergency contact

I want the urgency all back

I'm your emergency contact

I want the urge, I want my-

[Verse 2: blackwinterwells & blackwinterwells & 8485]

Smoking packs on my own

Hope you never call my phone

Hope it hurts being gone

'Cause I hate you now, you know

Acting different, I know

So pathetic, I know

But I'd rather be limping than dead in the snow

Now I can't tolerate any more of you (of you)

I might go and fuck my life up on purpose

Coming down, I don't know if I deserve it

Self-preserve 'cause I'm nervous

I kinda miss feeling sick on the surface

Years at home, I have nothing to show for

Lose control when the crisis is over

I just ache 'cause it's something I can write about

I just stayed for somebody I could cry about