Sangtekst: Avail. 4 AM Friday. Fix.

well it's come undone looks like i'll have to fake it seems like i do it anyway admit to no control i thought with time i'd get better i am temporary although i said i wouldn't waste the time i went and did it anyway whether or not i said i'd saw it coming i set myself up again even split of words and actions that's not mine to depend stash the evidence so it will be forgotten i can't forget it anyway try to defuse but i've been trying that forever i am temporary i thought with time i'd get better