Least - Playing House

I tied my tongue in knots
To watch your spirit falter
Made the sliding scale
To watch my feelings alter
Fade away for days
Years still feel the same

You could be lonely
But it wouldn't make sense
Half the time
You Say that you're holy
Rid yourself of
Any simple crime

Modern day inventions
Never filled me up
Constantly pretending
Not to stay unloved
Patterns showing themselves
It's a trend
Run in circles again and again
I'm a mess

My best bet
Is your worst fit
This apathy is perfect
My best bet
Is your worst fit
This apathy is perfect

You could be lonely
But it wouldn't make sense
Half the time
You Say that you're holy
Rid yourself of
Any simple crime
If you were a ghost
Who would choose to haunt
And why
Picking your victims
Tricking them to give up
On their lives

Written by:
Taylin Wills

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