Kirk Camoron - Winter Break

Closed off an operation

I’m standing close enough to hear

I drop the pen from my nervous hand

Let go way too soon. how soon is measured

How soon is measured in numbers

Figures lie, i can’t react without turning my eyes

Are full of self-satisfaction, you don’t know this

I’m not telling you anything you want to hear

Systems hold us down, do you wanna hear this?

Don’t want it, makes me sick

How can i know that you’re not gonna fuck me right back

When i turn around and walk away and leave this room

Is colder than a thousand slurpees poured down my back

At home, i take off my clothes and drift to sleep

I don’t wanna… leave… anymore

Make it worth my time and try to dissect this

When i say i want, i want, i want