I Hate Your Guts (And the Rest of You as Well)

Under the surface you're settling
These feelings of purpose are growing
Yet I'm the promise you couldn't keep
Because you lead yourself into grief.
Too far, too long you've been running
Tired soul, it's just no fun anymore
Too long since you let the sun in.
You'll wind up with no one to hate but yourself.
I'm more real than you know
I'm the slightest touch, a whisper down the phone
I'll be right here to carry you
Seems I arrived not a moment too soon.
It's you, it's never me
You're not strong enough to part with your disease.
Saying that you'll never grow up is getting old
And you're just no fun anymore
Just for once do what you've been told.
You'll wind up with no one to hate but yourself.
I'm more real than you know
I'm the slightest touch, a whisper down the phone
I'll be right here to carry you
Seems I arrived not a moment too soon.
Real plans, I know
But a tiny spark dies out alone.
So I'll be right here to carry you
Seems I arrived not a moment too soon.
You're waiting for me
I'm a memory you've not yet made
I'm the future of everything you're yet to save.
You're waiting for something, not just anything
But the chance to feel okay
And if it never comes; accept the hands you play.
I'm more real than you know
I'm the slightest touch, a whisper down the phone
I'll be right here to carry you
Seems I arrived not a moment too soon.
Real than you know
I'm the slightest touch, a whisper down the phone
I'll be right here to carry you
Seems I arrived not a moment too soon.