Jordan Cottle - Falsehood & Fragility

I'm a cold worthless shell
Saving my statement to send me to hell
I'm good at putting a name to a face
But never would I try to clean up this place

You can't diagnose a tomb stone
But I can make you sweat to give me attention
You can't diagnose a tomb stone
But I can fake a smile and call it affection

Call it progress
Forget the process
I'm dying, at least, for another retweet
Crying to sleep for a week 'cause my wheat free wheat thins turned green in a week (Oh shit!)
Call it so stressed
Or diagnosis
You can't pretend you're unmendable
That would be laughable
Except we don't laugh at all
Under our breath, that's all a person can see if all they need is somebody to say
"Hey, you okay?"
So I can tell 'em
I am not okay (Woah, okay, sorry man. I was just trying to-)
Don't you know me at all?

You can't diagnose a tomb stone
But I can hold a room and not think about consequence
You can't diagnose a tomb stone
But what else will you do with a guy dressed in self-consciousness
You can't diagnose a tomb stone
But I can make you sweat to give me attention
You can't diagnose a tomb stone
But I can fake a smile and call it affection

Okay stop, stop the music. Please? Hey, cut it out (Guys, guys, guys)
It's really giving me a headache (Sorry, man)
Ugh, I need a lie down (Nah, that's cool. We'll just pack up here and, uh, yeah. Jesus)

Written by:
Jordan Cottle

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