Impulse

Another needle breaks through my walls Another narcissist with nothing at all You need to solicit a reaction To serve your undying lust for attention You'll never truly quite get it But you'll act like you understand it all An unnecessary instinct To act out of impulse Do you ever fucking think? I've had enough fun, but I've only just begun, so don't bite the bullet I still need a reason to feed it to you, but I can't stand the headache I get With the sound of your voice bouncing around my head Might as well fuck off, feeling better off dead Like a waste of space looping through my brain You lack all integrity, nobody will remember your name Don't you feel voiceless when you define yourself by your last fucking impulse? Like you mischaracterize the image of yourself in your own head A feeblemindedness digs a hole that you just can't climb out of I'd love to watch you hit the ground running, but I know it's where you'll collapse I'd love to be the reason that you no longer live to satisfy, but you set your own flag half-mast I can't erase the path you led or reverse the choices you made I'll sit on the sidelines while you dig your own fucking grave