Living Hell

Limbs are hitting every corner in my brain
 Left no room here for nothing
 With a pose like that, one would think you'd tire
 Tally it up from when it all fell down
 Hell of a pill to try and swallow
 With a count like that, heaven knows I'm tired
 Fell behind chasing a feeling- All
 All this time I spend on you, on you
 You move subliminal
 Slip my mind, I really wish you would
 Little poisoned fruit with irrefutable charm
 You're so cyclical
 You're like a déjà vu, revolving in reverse
 A little infinite loop with that habitual charm
 Fell behind chasing a feelin'- All
 All this time I spend on you
 All on you
 All on you
 And how does it feel?
 To have something real
 To lose something real
 Pour me out and sweep me under the rug
 I live under your thumb
 I live up on a shelf
 Feels like a living hell
 Pour me out and sweep me under the rug (Sweep me under)
 I live under your thumb (I am the creak in the quiet)
 I live up on a shelf (The one you thought you'd forgotten)
 Feels like a living hell
 All this time wasted on you