Flow - Kaonashi

Do you remember when we first met?

The shaking of our hands and the cold gross sweat?

Showing symptoms of summer: Amazement and wonder

How could I ever forget?

And I just wanna…

Do you remember when we first met?

The shaking of our hands and the cold gross sweat?

As cold as winter

Friendships, they wither

And fall apart at the seams

I know you know what I mean

And it goes on and on and on, self analysis;

The catalyst for my inaccurate criticism

I try to hide it, but some days I can’t fight it

And some weeks I feel weaker

And some months they just keep dragging on

Essentially, I am a martyr (a martyr)

A friend for hire, a ride home

I bite the hand that feeds

'Cause its other hand’s around my fucking neck

Quit depending on me

Depending on me

Depending on me

Quit asking for every fucking thing

See, there’s an art to letting go

And I can’t even color between the lines

I’m stuck all the time

Between I love you and fuck you

I want to figure it out

But every time I try I get stuck in the basics

I guess that’s why I’m jaded

I hate it

Work, eat, sleep, repeat, misery

It’s all the fucking same to me

Just let it go, just let it flow

See, we’re all just starving artists pushing away our plates

Begging for attention that we act like we don’t see

Every night I’m sacrificed to memories

And every morning I’m resurrected by reality

I don’t want to be a prizefighter

To hold the hollow, heavy, rotten trophy

That is your attention

It burns my hands

I’ll never understand

I’ll never understand

I’ll never understand