Текст песни 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 this time I spend on you You move subliminal Slip my mind I really wish you would Poisoned fruit with irrefutable charm You’re so cyclical You’re like a deja vu revolving in reverse Little infinite loop with that habitual charm Fell behind chasing a feeling All this time I spend on you How does it feel? To havе something real To lose somеthing 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 (You sweep me under I am the creak in the quiet The one you thought you’d forgotten) All this time wasted on you