I got a bone to pick:

I gotta tell you not everybodyʼs innocent

Itʼs complex, itʼs delicate. So heavy, I think I gotta think this through

Iʼm tired of waking up, & Iʼm tired of seeing this unfold

I run out of things to say but I really gotta say ‘em to you:

I got a list, & everybodyʼs on it. Just counting down the days

Itʼs not angst anymore. Itʼs flat out despair

Itʼs a problem. & itʼs wearing me down, baby

Iʼm taking my time, ainʼt no easy way out, gotta keep showing up because:

Youʼre a problem. & itʼs wearing me down, honey

Iʼm talking to you, it feels pretty gross- Iʼm trying to get through to you

Iʼd love to sit this one out. Thatʼs not an option, am I doing enough?

Iʼm not sweatingʼ, but youʼre stressing me the fuck out

I donʼt care about your ethics, or manipulatеd politics

Never again is what you said, whatʼll change from thе time before?

Iʼm trying to get through to you

I donʼt know what else Iʼm supposed to do

Iʼm fed up with every fucking one

Iʼm trying to get through to you