martingale - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I am starting to resent myself

I'm watching you across the room

And I am powerless to stop myself

From slowly turning into you

There's a satellite above my house

I think it watches over me

If it could know me from the inside out

You'd be the only thing it'd see

So, if this is it

You said it when you chose this

I don't wanna miss the plan

How you wanna live

When nothing makes you hopeless

Holding it with both your hands

Say you learned the hard way

You don't like to be alone

Preyed on by some new kind of paranoia

So you don't pick up the phone

When it all comеs down to it

You were right, I was wrong

But if I got my fishing lines all tiеd around your throat

And you died there in that pond

This is just a description

Of the daughter you made her into

You made her out of pieces of you

It's the body's affliction

It's the pain making circles in you

Like dogs that just wanna get loose

Mhm, mhm

Mhm-hmm