Oxygen

This could be your last resource of fiction

Waiting while creating someone’s space

Is anybody gonna win this game in this economy of self-intrusion?

I think about it in a selfish way

Sayonara

But you always have yourself to blame

Running round with a knife pressed to you

And it’s never gonna feel the same

Sick of you, sick of me, I'm done

So what am I waiting for?

Walk around ‘til my feet feel sore

Say goodbye to this home eventually

Look out for that make believe

Major part of my industry

Why the hell should I wait for you and me?

It’s so innate of you to win like this

I should’ve known when you cut off my

Oxygen

All the days of counterfeit

All the nights created with construction paper

It’s something I can’t afford

Beat me up ‘til my face is torn

Pick me up and restart this holiday

Congrats on your self-esteem

Not to mention what’s unforeseen

Time for finding myself a better way

So what am I standing for?

Walk around ‘til my feet feel sore

Say goodbye to this home eventually

Look out for that make believe

Major part of my industry

Why the hell should I wait for you and me