It Doesn't Bother Me - Honest

Well if I'm so honest, I'm on your lips
Something's asking me to say "it's all just like clockwork on the dot, it's me, hopping on your train"
Left up to decide what to do I've got to shake this aching pain
I wish to fuck up my own life in my own way

Big brain's got a back ache, stuck in traffic with the seat up all the way
Forgotten for moving on like songs gone, run out and then thrown away

But given the context and the time frame can't say it makes any sense to me
Grown out of my own skin, not shedding, just decaying over me

Well if I'm so honest, I'm on your lips
Something's asking me to say "it's all just like clockwork on the dot, it's me, hopping on your train"
Left up to decide what to do I've got to shake this aching pain
I'm not calling again

Attic got crowded, hard to walk in. Step on feelings to get away
Decisions to make it's just the conflict, I'd like to burn the day away
Substance of calming falling on this shitty day
I swear I'm not talking, pierce past the fortress of egos and jesus it's bombs away

Well if I'm so honest, I'm on your lips
Something's asking me to say "it's all just like clockwork on the dot, it's me, hopping on your train"
Left up to decide what to do I've got to shake this aching pain
I'm not calling again

Despite what you thought it meant
I'm not calling again

Written by:
It Me

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