Company

Stable.
Right when I learned to live with unable.
Can I be satisfied and not wasteful?
Sorry to say so, then it must be true.
Cause my head is all fucked up.
My head's no place to be.
My head's hurt long enough.
I need new company.
Angle.
Hopefully there's something between there and angel.
Otherwise, I'll be stuck in the air.
Unsure which side is safer to err on.
Either way, it ends alone.
And all because my head is all fucked up.
My head's no place to be.
My head's hurt long enough.
I need new company.
So one day, when I run out of things I think you wanna hear, then I'll cut my hair off and pull my claws out.
And now I'm never alone.