Why does it always Fall on me to hold things Together by a thread? Oh time Look at me, it isn't pretty anymore I hope you think that I'm beautiful Sit back in your seats While I offend you with the show you paid for What do you think you'd get when Everyone asks too much And I can't say no I'm too familiar with the atmospheric pressure of a gas light stove oh Oh I've been fucking patient I've been fucking kind You value existence with number and pixels But I'd rather hate you than lie Now I'm fucking ruthless Now I'm fucking tired I've stitched up my future with uncommon sutures And now I would rather it Always Fall on me to hold things Together by a thread There's so much time in a day Go on waste it, until I'm jaded Horrified by my display But I'm shameless Why does it always Fall on me to hold things Together by a thread? Together by a thread?