Sister Saint

[Verse 1] Weak knees Fuck your sympathy I'll be my own best friend She prays as the radio plays "I see a bad moon rising..." again Foretold She lives on hold What is she trying to save me from? Blind spot in the adjacent lot Waiting for my time to come [Chorus 1] I won't wait in this line I've got nothing left in me My weight on your shifting spine I fuck up and you fabricate me [Verse 2] Gray days on paper plates Our vibrations collide Arcane Sister's a saint She sets herself aside Pitfall, publish, appall I fall down right in the street You blow smoke You sugarcoat Then you take a front row seat [Chorus 2] And I think I've had enough I'm not listening to it Lay all of your cards on the table And I know you'd take every bit [Chorus 3] I won't wait in this line Sooner or later it goes awry You live your life like a chore And I'm not listening anymore