Lyrics: Horace Pinker. Pop Culture Failure. Doorway.

you don't show me anything with your eyes won't look behind my words it's
a lie separate while we buy a subtle prohibition of real life until time
flies you feel enough to open up you don't even care about yourself why
should i? look you in the eye and tell you exactly how i feel no words lost
to spare a vestige of humility you show everything to me with your life
in reverse perpetually it's the truth cuts to the heart like you never could
and you can't give a fuck about me 'cause you're stuck your life is a rut
permanently