Wait, is there a chance to erase me?
Because I can't remember how to be what you wanted
But I am still here

After you get your five hundred pounds upstairs
Will you make me enjoy being fucked up again?
Or just lay as a waste of space in your bed
cussing me all night long

So, if you're gonna glue me into a neutron bomb
just say it's for the best
Then I won't have to try to hide, pretending I'm 8
Bits
I didn't leave my mold behind because it seemed so easy
But the consequences grew up legs
and came back to modify me

Wait, is there a chance to erase me?
Because seems like it's gonna be a bad day
And all I can do is stay here
When you get your five hundred pounds upstairs
I know trouble will find me
But that's something all we carbon copies
gotta get used to

Then I won't have to try to hide, pretending I'm 8
Bits
I didn't leave my mold behind because it seemed so easy
But the consequences grew up legs
and came back to modify me
And I wish someone had stolen my keys
and locked one of us out
Then I wouldn't have to stay in a gutter
just because I talk too much