You Fuckers Were Asking for This One (Boin Edit)

(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)
(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)
(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)
(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)

Tender soul splintered, folded in the inner
Another lonely night, veggie dinners for beginners
Forcing my own chin up 'fore I give up
The summer's coming back, but it feels more like it's winter
The line between my heart and my mind is growing thinner
I felt a similar way before this, I remember
Kinder egg center post-issues at the factory
My marbles scatter far, then rarely ever come back to me

Fast asleep with both eyes open
See, my description is no psychosis
Flow like an ocean, sink like a hammer
Troubled so I smoke and I drink not to panic
Restless mind not restricted by planets
Same old shell, different thinking mechanics
When life gives me lemons, I stick them on a canvas
An interesting practice that'll rid me of madness
Uh, yeah

And I know that we could be together
But not now, no, not at all
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (nah-nah-nah-nah)
And I know that we could be together
But not now, no, not at all
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (nah-nah-nah-nah)

People that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles and their own tragedies
People that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles and their own tragedies

People that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles and their own tragedies
People that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles and their own tragedies

(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)
(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)
(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)
(Call you on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own)