Moving Song

I'm not sorry I'm not telepathic,
but I'm done tip-toeing over your life.
If you can't say what you need,
you shouldn't expect anything to be alright

apathetic or pathetic?
just weak-willed with bad aesthetics.
your dialect is too neglectful
nevermind, cause you won't get it

cause at the end of the night,
here's what was left when I boiled it down:
space is too small and there's too much noise
and you don't want to tell me that I'm too loud.

falling on deaf ears and bruising them
will not serve you well in later years
so say what you need or hold your tongue
and things will just get worse if you don't believe.
leaving is the best I've done all year
I can only just go up from here
and so, in our departures,
we'll fly different flights.
we say goodnight.


and I know now what I should've known all along.
I cannot trust you for a second, a second's too long.
but you won't go anywhere if you think
it's normal to puncture my bow and just leave me to sink.
but I'm older now, so don't worry.
I'll find my way out.