[Verse 1]
Overindulgence in grief is only immature
Forgetfulness is both the sickness and the cure
Lay your emotion with them like a mourning wreath
I chose to shut my eyes, you chose to bare your teeth
[Pre-Chorus]
What's the point of pushing back against the mill
That grinds the world to dust?
What's the point of picking at your wounds, your scratches and your scars?
One would think so, I believed so
And it was the wiser me
But the wiser you knows better
But the wiser you is (free)
[Chorus]
Ah
Another apathetic epitaph
I think my marble heart is gonna break in half
A razorblade, a knife, or a saw
The tepid autumn day is starting to thaw
So stupid, I can't help but laugh
I really want to scream, "I've had enough"
A candle burns another photograph
A helpless child, the same as before
I grip its neck and reach my hand for the door
Overindulgence in grief is only immature
Forgetfulness is both the sickness and the cure
Lay your emotion with them like a mourning wreath
I chose to shut my eyes, you chose to bare your teeth
[Pre-Chorus]
What's the point of pushing back against the mill
That grinds the world to dust?
What's the point of picking at your wounds, your scratches and your scars?
One would think so, I believed so
And it was the wiser me
But the wiser you knows better
But the wiser you is (free)
[Chorus]
Ah
Another apathetic epitaph
I think my marble heart is gonna break in half
A razorblade, a knife, or a saw
The tepid autumn day is starting to thaw
So stupid, I can't help but laugh
I really want to scream, "I've had enough"
A candle burns another photograph
A helpless child, the same as before
I grip its neck and reach my hand for the door
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