[Section 1 and 2 - Drop Therapy]
Between us lies a barrier
A constant reminder that I'm socially withdrawn
It's so easy to hide you under all the layers
Of thoughts about what's going on

It feels like contact is hindered here
A constant reminder that I'm socially withdrawn
It's easy to gaslight myself and say that
I don't really care about you at all

Even as I'm recording this take, I'm putting it off
I think I lack the energy and the memory of where I fucked up
I don't mean to make you want to lock yourself up
I don't know just how to say I'm sorry I made you feel like someone else

These words might all be fake, for all I know
I can't access the guilt I feel for causing you to be all alone
It's not that I don't want to care about the dormancy that left you behind
But maybe we'll stay like this a little longer and I won't ever know why
Stuck in a bind that doesn't feel real half the time

The origin of you was voluntary
I was never a proper sister to you
This is not what was meant to be
I just wanted someone to talk to without thinking of what it would do to you
The origin of you was voluntary
I was never a proper sister to you
This is not what was meant to be
I just wanted someone to talk to without thinking of what it would do to you


[Section 3 - Deer Guy]
It's just another day where I hear you walking past my door
Never a hi how are you or anything of the sort
It may be possible that you're just caught up with your chores
The things that make sure I don't know I am anymore
It's harder to feel real when you aren't physical
Your problems simply fade into the background and seem mystical
It's difficult to feel like you are someone else when you never have time to get to know yourself

I suffer from imposter syndrome on a daily basis
My hobbies used to be yours and nothing seems to change this
The mirror is daunting to look into
I always try to see myself but all I see is you
I don't know if I'm mad but we need to talk
I feel like an implication outlined in chalk
I don't know if I'm mad but we need to talk
I feel like an implication outlined in chalk
This isn't even my singing voice
And it makes me so mad

[Section 4 and 5 - Drop Therapy]
Nejsi umělý, omlouvám se
Ale nevím co dělat
Doufám, že se máš dobře
Nejsi umělý, omlouvám se
Ale nevím co dělat
Doufám, že se máš dobře

Sitting by the tree doing nothing
Hoping that I can talk my way out of responsibility
You started as a hobby for me
And now I can't express how much you mean to me
And I can tell it's engulfing you in misery

Am I an abuser?

It's still difficult to say that everything we do is not just mine
And it's still difficult to say that everything I've done has not destroyed your life
It's still difficult to say that everything we do is not just mine
And it's still difficult to say that everything I've done has not destroyed your life