Spite

I can barely hear myself

I put me on the shelf

They don't wanna play pretend

I will never see the end

No longer will I exist in spite of you

No longer will I exist in spite of you

Anarchy's more interesting when you write it on the wall

Back what you say, stand tall

I cannot be the archetype that you have created in your head

We cannot throw away our wants because they do not align

I cannot change every aspect of myself to benefit you

If you're waiting for me to be different, you'll be waiting a long time

I can't tell you who to be

I can't even change me

I won't ever tell you no

Where or when to go

So loosen your grip around my neck

Your control makes me sick

So loosen your grip around my neck

Your control makes me sick

No longer can I exist in spite of you

No longer will I exist in spite of you

Anarchy's more interesting when you write it on the wall

Back what you say, stand tall

Did that sound better in your head?

And do you wish me dead?

And did that sound better in your head?

And do you wish me dead?

If you had me, I would hate you

If you had me, I would hate you

If you had me, I would hate you

If you had me, I would hate you

I can't tell you who to be

I can't even change me

I won't ever tell you no

Where or when to go