aesthetic

Where the hell are the lines meant to meet?

Maybe I just fell between the cracks, I'm on my back

While everybody stands on their feet

"Tell the truth and I won't be upset"

I'm always late to join the party and I show up underdressed

Times up, I'm not ready to go

The day just started and it's out of control

It never goes to plan, where was I again?

Build me up and find there's barely even half a man

Getting so pathetic, that's just my aesthetic

I could share but I know they would never get it