martingale

I am starting to resent myself I'm watching you across the room And I am powerless to stop myself From slowly turning into you There's a satellite above my house I think it watches over me If it could know me from the inside out You'd be the only thing it'd see "So if this is it," you said it when you chose this "I don't wanna miss the plan" How you wanna live when nothing makes you hopeless? Holding it with both your hands Say you learned the hard way You don't like to be alone Preyed on by some new kind of paranoia So you don't pick up the phone When it all comes down to it You were right, I was wrong But if I got my fishing lines all tied around your throat And you died there in that pond This is just a description of the daughter you made her into You made her out of pieces of you It's the body's affliction, it's the pain making circles in you Like dogs that just wanna get loose Mm, mm Mm, mm Mm, mm