You have a certain way of ruining my mood, leading aptitude, bleeding, you're clueless.

There's a kind begging in your voice, when you stand down by choice, you're ruthless.

When we've used up all kinds of energy,

Whenever there's no kind energy.

Where do we stop sharing?

When we've used most of our resources

As whenever we feel useless

What will we do when we've reached a point past withering -

Retreat?

Peace treaties in pieces entrusted beneath your seats

Pacing, tracing your name like I've been treating your time.

So wasteful.

Distasteful.

I'll replace me with some dull shit.

I'm sorry that I still couldn't bore you.