Dying in the Worst Way - Aesthetic Perfection

I’m sorry

I don’t know what to do

The skin is broken

But the blood spills not far from the wound

I’m failing to sever

The flesh from the bone

And I suffer through all this

Just too afraid to be alone

Splinters remain in both our fingers

Fragments of former times

But I’m happy to stay here with you

It’s not like I have pride

So why do we all adjust to the common situations?

Strange, we find comfort in the worst days

But now we’re restless in this constant situation

I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way

We all adjust to the common situations

Strange, we find comfort in the worst days

But now I’m restless in this constant situation

I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way

I’m still here

And I don’t mind

I don’t care if it’s insincere

You’re only wasting my time

The season’s changing and so am I

The feeling’s faded away

What else more do I have left to give?

Finally unhappy here

So why should we all adjust to the common situations?

Strange, we find comfort in the worst days

But now we’re restless in this constant situation

I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way

We all adjust to the common situations

Strange, we find comfort in the worst days

But now I’m restless in this constant situation

I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way