Guilt

[Hook] Feels like I am wasting space now I don't wanna see my face Cos mirrors keep me in my place And I'm a waste of space [Verse] I'm a waste of space, that's what the folk call me I'd earn some back if I only spoke prop'ly Instead spoke softly, I mean speak softly To the point I'd enrage strangers, awfully Kind of those who spoke to my face Instead I get messages every other day I don't check or respond very often I'm passive My sickness is real, my sickness is catching My quickness is thought and my wit is the quickest My wick is a fuse but I'm glad that I lit it The explosion was forged, my signatures a dud I'm not known for my thoughts, I'm not known for that much But I'd bet my middle finger that I don't give a thanks If you hold the door I open it just means that I can't If you hold the door open it just means that I'm late But the doors always closed so I guess I just wait [Verse] A waste of breath, that's what the climb feels like I mean like, if I fall who's fault is it in real life? Welcome to the real world, the world that feels the falsest Full of drug addicts, adverts, alcoholics I guess I'm all three, I'm addicted to adrenaline I'm peddling my sedative and drinking til I settle in But I've been here since birth, and I'm almost twenty I'd settle for a hole but somehow they won't let me And I don't know who they are, I accuse them with no proof But I call them they with all I am, vagueness is uncouth I'm sick of false crusades, to rid the world of 'they's They're corrupt, they're the worst, they spill blood in our names But we let them, so I guess that we are the same They just do the work, we work hard to keep them paid But try to keep sane and you might lose your brain I'm too tired to make sense, besides I'd rather waste away