作曲 : Bad Moves
 Same bad friends come over again
 And take turns asking how you've been
 And it burns to break it down slow
 If it was this bad, you should have just said so
 Turn up late, shirt shrunken again
 A half-smile traced in dusty skin
 Soft skills and delicate words
 To cover up cracks and rust in the armor
 But now they see you stretching your sleeves
 Carving details off your disease
 You had blisters, now you just bleed
 You were special
 And when intention sharpens your teeth
 Your profession garbles your speech
 Burning breaths that choke back belief
 You were special
 Frigid fingers fumble in
 Airtight pockets, worn from wondering
 You had time to turn out precious
 Now you have less, it seems you’re just reckless
 Same bad friends come over again
 And coax out the worst about you
 'Cause when you speak in spurts and stammers
 The curtains crash down on what you were after
 And now it's patience grasping your neck
 Now it’s business gripping your chest
 Your restraint compels you to rest
 You were special
 Your protectors bless your good deeds
 Your successors live to succeed
 You'll repress whatever you read
 Hide out, measure the mess
 Trust the nice family cutting the checks
 Ride out nevertheless
 To find your bad friends impressed with your progress