Pits & Poisoned Apples
Then what am I driving home?
I push through all the bullshit just waiting for the fall.
Give an inch, you want a foot.
I can't take it.
Not at this time in my life.
It's not enough for me to be who I am.
It's never enough for you to try to understand.
So, I'll stop trying to prove something that I can't,
'Cause I'll never get through to you.