Absent intuition

There’s opinion, and there’s truth

Concepts reaching outwards

Making distance, gaining youth

I don’t really think I wanna be

Caught up with the “chatter and the small talk of the scene”

I think that I’m probably gonna leave

I’d rather be at home, and maybe smoking weed

Don’t wanna go anywhere at all

Just wanna get lost inside my head

Sleeping in again, losing all my friends

Isolation‘s key until the end

And you could say that isolation’s key

Oh do I have news for you

Oh I’ve lost this game for good

Absent intuition

There’s opinion, and there’s truth

Concept reaching outwards

Making distance, gaining youth

I’m sick of this