This Thing

Well I fake a lot of symptoms to be a different person

I try to listen

I try to be primed for a reason to go back to sleep

That's not to say there's no relief

I like it when it happens; you don't

You're happy? When you show it; I won't

The cycle keeps repeating

I can't escape the rip

There's no stopping what this is

Back in the day your style was impressive, infectious, stress-less

Disposition had it all, nothing but rapport

Full of what you're empty of

I hide my riches in embarrassing sheets that reek of suspicious happenings

'Cause I'm a different person and that will make you sick

There's no stopping what this is

This thing we left outside is waterlogged

You're a load bearing friend and that is what makes this hard

This thing we left outside is waterlogged

And all that I know is one of us has to wring it out

This thing we left outside is waterlogged

I've thought about nothing but this

I won't escape the rip