Flow – Kaonashi

Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and the cold gross sweat?
Showing symptoms of summer: Amazement and wonder
How could I ever forget?
And I just wanna…

Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and the cold gross sweat?

As cold as winter
Friendships, they wither
And fall apart at the seams
I know you know what I mean

And it goes on and on and on, self analysis;
The catalyst for my inaccurate criticism
I try to hide it, but some days I can’t fight it
And some weeks I feel weaker
And some months they just keep dragging on

Essentially, I am a martyr (a martyr)
A friend for hire, a ride home
I bite the hand that feeds
‘Cause its other hand’s around my fucking neck

Quit depending on me
Depending on me
Depending on me
Quit asking for every fucking thing

See, there’s an art to letting go
And I can’t even color between the lines
I’m stuck all the time
Between I love you and fuck you
I want to figure it out
But every time I try I get stuck in the basics
I guess that’s why I’m jaded

I hate it
Work, eat, sleep, repeat, misery
It’s all the fucking same to me

Just let it go, just let it flow

See, we’re all just starving artists pushing away our plates
Begging for attention that we act like we don’t see
Every night I’m sacrificed to memories
And every morning I’m resurrected by reality
I don’t want to be a prizefighter
To hold the hollow, heavy, rotten trophy

That is your attention
It burns my hands
I’ll never understand
I’ll never understand
I’ll never understand