| I’m good with the A-B-C
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| And D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, baby
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| We all have our strong suits, built differently
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| Different experience, different needs
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| I know we can’t die at the same time, but please
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| I don’t wanna think about th morbid parts of life no more
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| I’m trying just to focus on the things that hold m so damn close
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| I’m sticky, sticky, stuck and solidly sealed up to this reality
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| I’m seeing not what I wish to be achieving, the old idea of me is
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| Glued up, sometimes it’s too much
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| I’m fucked up and clueless
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| I’m stuck in the vortex, stuck in the vortex
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| Glue-less, life would be boring
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| Empty, but no hurting
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| Is it necessary? |
| Detachment is scary
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| When my pretty feet start to sway (Sway)
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| You better turn around the other way (Walk away)
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| But when the doubt starts creeping in (Oh no)
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| It’s hard to let go of old instinctual
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| Patterns that I picked up from my environment since a baby
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| Cut the negative self-talk and cut out my procrastination
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| Being sticky stuck, glue those old habits shut
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| Paste me to a new way of being something
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| And breathe new life in me again
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| Glued up, sometimes it’s too much
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| I’m fucked up and clueless
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| I’m stuck in the vortex, stuck in the vortex
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| Glue-less, life would be boring
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| Empty, but no hurting
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| Is it necessary? |
| Detachment is scary
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| Glued up, sometimes it’s too much
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| I’m fucked up and clueless, oh, clueless, oh
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| Glue-less, life would be boring
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| Empty, but no hurting, hurting, oh
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| Glued up, sometimes it’s too much
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| I’m fucked up and clueless (I am clueless)
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| Glue-less, life would be boring
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| Empty, but no hurting (Is it necessary? Detachment is scary) |