I’ve got a subtle weakness that comes and goes at night. Leads me to all the reasons why I no longer listen to the mind. I’m burning all my clothes. Forgetting all I know about you. So strut yourself into hell, cause that’s where all the whores go. That’s where I’m sick of this situation and I’m too impatient to be your constant patient. Been stuck in these padded walls for too long. I tried to rearrange. Tried to change everything. You won’t cooperate so I give up. You said forever. We’re dead, so I’m burning all my clothes. Forgetting all I know about you. So fuck yourself into hell cause that’s where all the whores go. That’s where…