obligated to chain myself here
with the keys buried deep in the trench
and the locks rusting on my chest
like i’m some sort of source for chemical reaction
no one needs me, but i’m obligated to be here
a pattern for you and me, and more for me
loosened yourself from my dependency
there goes my religion
i pray to you and then for you, than and from my God
it’s selfish but is it still that way?
with a pinch of selflessness and love.
honestly, i’m not sure
if i were to survive then my gratitude’s for you
even if, maybe, i didn’t seem alive
well, it’s not like i felt you too
there goes my nationalism
you’re the country that i have to stand for and by
i’d choose to flee but my loyalty runs in your blood and around your life
it’s funny ‘cause no one taught me how to go
i just never and will never ever know, but if i knew then i’ll hit the road
so i hit myself with the rope then tie it on my throat
and let go of myself instead of you
‘cause you’re difficult to ruin and sabotage
knowing i don’t have much..
you’re the host of my entire system, if you could..
could you just hit reset?
make me not be one of the species
always surviving through dependency
i’m obligated to always be around someone
feels like i’m back at the age of one
now, how does that feel like?
to not obligate just to survive
not obligate to feel alive..
and, not obligate