Irrational - Swearin'

We’ve got problems/yeah I’ve got my share

Panic and Privilege/ senses to impair

And I left you there for good/ just like I told you that I would

Count to ten in stagnant streetlight/ you can drag me as far as you’d like

But you can’t make me love you back/ and you can’t make me react

And this quandry that we create/you can exhale or suffocate

And in text books/dictionaries/its described as Irrational

My volition now resolutes/ stab at upset I won’t let you

And what we did on the night we met is now something that I regret

When it boils down to tiny vices you were left to your own devices

You chronically cross the line/and our petulance is intertwined

But you won’t win, its not a game/and aggression is spread in shame

And in old songs/ friends advice/ its described as Irrational