I'm falling behind you

I can't seem to keep that shit straight

Hey, we're at the brink

Another awakening

And I'm chewing on my cuticles to keep me up

They’re sweeter than I can remember

Well, it's so much joy

So much excitement

That it’ll be hard

To excite again

The feed used to bleed

Into statuses I had seen before

But now I can't seem to control

The habit when I am bored

But I'm hanging on for another year

I only listen to what I want to hear

Comfort from the cobweb

Just waiting for the insect to come around

Well, it's so much joy, so much excitement

That it'll be hard to excite again