Well honestly, I feel pathetic For letting it get this bad It’s fucked up but kinda poetic And maybe it doesn’t hurt that bad But only ‘cause I won’t let it— If I did, it’d hit me twice as bad I’m tryna change God, I want it so bad I let you treat me like trash But you won’t even give me that Not with you How did I let it get this bad? All I know is I’m not happy, I’m just sad Feeling like trash Packing my bags Didn’t know you felt like that— Secrets are all you ever had Trust me, I won’t steer you wrong My intentions were pure all along I play my part, I turn ugly things into art But abracadabra— You lost your spark So let’s put it in park Black glasses, flashing light Cracked mirrors, yet we’re still out of sight Who would’ve thought? So run, run, run Before I pop collars On a shot-caller A mechanic’s special tonight— Fixing up your pieces For reasons I’ll never get right Abracadabra— You lost your spark
