Five past nine and i've done nothing but hide
From all my friends, responsibilities, and instabilities
Trying to upkeep this loosely tied balance of love, school, and lost sleep

Looking like life's going perfect
Little bit of backtracking but it's frivolous
Implicite picking patterns that are easily battled
Set down and cut up, and spread around like an ancient able-bodied kobe cattle
After slaughter
These past few days are droplets in a now settling water