Living Hell

Limbs are hitting every corner in my brain Left no room here for nothing With a pose like that, one would think you'd tire Tally it up from when it all fell down Hell of a pill to try and swallow With a count like that, heaven knows I'm tired Fell behind chasing a feeling- All All this time I spend on you, on you You move subliminal Slip my mind, I really wish you would Little poisoned fruit with irrefutable charm You're so cyclical You're like a déjà vu, revolving in reverse A little infinite loop with that habitual charm Fell behind chasing a feelin'- All All this time I spend on you All on you All on you And how does it feel? To have something real To lose something real Pour me out and sweep me under the rug I live under your thumb I live up on a shelf Feels like a living hell Pour me out and sweep me under the rug (Sweep me under) I live under your thumb (I am the creak in the quiet) I live up on a shelf (The one you thought you'd forgotten) Feels like a living hell All this time wasted on you