How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell - Lincoln

Well, if there’s one thing that I’m sure of

It’s that I think too much about shit that doesn’t matter

And I don’t think enough about things that make a difference

But would that even make a difference?

Doing anything at all would be overkill

You left some holes in the plotline

I left some holes in your clothes

And we can argue semantics over who left who first

But one thing’s for sure: I needed you most

I’m not good at very much

But I’ve got just a few exceptional skills

That I doubt anyone could hold a candle to

For instance: I can go three months or more

Without ever being sure of anything

And I can transcend my existence with thoughts and words

And when I say transcend, I mean demean

You left some holes in the plotline

I left some holes in your clothes

And we can argue semantics over who left who first

But one thing’s for sure: I needed you most

Nothing says I miss you quite like «I'm running out of time»

Nothing says I hate you now like getting sweat stains on a knife

I am killing time with a razor blade

It is begging for its life

I am killing time with a razor blade

It is begging for its life

You left some holes in the plotline

I left some holes in your clothes

And we can argue semantics over who left who first

But one thing’s for sure: I needed you most