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