Kirk Camoron

Closed off an operation
I’m standing close enough to hear
I drop the pen from my nervous hand
Let go way too soon. how soon is measured
How soon is measured in numbers
Figures lie, i can’t react without turning my eyes
Are full of self-satisfaction, you don’t know this
I’m not telling you anything you want to hear
Systems hold us down, do you wanna hear this?
Don’t want it, makes me sick
How can i know that you’re not gonna fuck me right back
When i turn around and walk away and leave this room
Is colder than a thousand slurpees poured down my back
At home, i take off my clothes and drift to sleep
I don’t wanna… leave… anymore
Make it worth my time and try to dissect this
When i say i want, i want, i want