“It's me hi I'm the problem it's me“ “I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser Midnights become my afternoons When depression works graveyard shift All of people I've ghosted stand there in room should not be left to own devices They come with prices and vices end up crisis (tale as old time) wake screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch you're leaving 'Cause you got tired scheming (For last It's me At tea time everybody agrees stare directly at sun mirror It must exhausting always rooting for anti-hero”