[Verse 1: Ada Rook]
Ah, fuck
It's always wrong to be touched
’Cause they'll see you want it too much
Just pull away in disgust
Now that they know they can do so much better than
Big, boring, overflowing my cup
And I'll never give me enough
Acting jealouser than a god
I could probably cause more problems
Float down into halls we once walked
No more starting fights at the mall
Let ’em just wash us out with the flood
I don't know, it could probably take the edge off
Different problem
It's not what you said, but I heard
It's about the feelings, not words
It's about the real, my real, the real
That couldn't be good enough

[Chorus: Ada Rook]
Fuck the real ones
Fuck true love
Fuck being powerful, I don't care
What could I dream of that is not made up
Fuck this stupid world
I am scared enough that I'm not afraid at all
[Verse 2: Devi McCallion]
Don’t forgive the world
Nail it down
Wash yourself
Turn it inside out
I try, I try to hold these hearts alight
But I’m still sponging up the damage of the weeping eye of
Christ will cast me down
Then my pride will puke me out
I like to think it's nice enough
Then keep it to yourself
Ants start circling around
Doves will fly above my house
Visions climb the stairs loud enough
Start to get my system wound

[Chorus: Ada Rook]
Fuck the real ones
Fuck true love
Fuck being powerful, I don’t care
I don't fucking care
I've been running all of my life
And I'm sick of everywhere

[Outro: Devi McCallion]
I just want to stare hollow, empty, finally free
God I wish I was someone, but I’m just irreparably me
I'm afraid of the concept of peace
I want to believe but I don't want anyone to believe in me