I think that the moment I stopped giving a shit 

Was when you tried to pry my heart from my hands,

But if you asked me,

I would have given you it 

 

But your trifling ass tried to mastermind something so deliberate 

It still affects me now,

It's a habit I can't (quite kick, kick, quit)

 

(Found,searching for, seeking) the cure inside of bottles 

I remain belligerent  

But still I stay so diligent 

 

Blood spilling pencils and pens 

Ripped up a job just to do it again 

 

Theres no time to fuck around in your,this 4th dimension 

This is me coming from the 7th,

Preempting your intervention.

 

It’s all hanging by a thread 

Sewing up the things you'd read 

Sewing up the end 

Cross stitch my way through time just to begin 

Again! 

 

But I ran out of thread and the spools still spinning