War With Strangers

I'm at war with strangers
I'm at war with strangers

Scream bad poetry at the sky
Fall in love with the wrong guy
Steal my bread and I'll steal yours
Paint the world red and wish me dead

Build your dreams and your schemes in dark corners
Use words that come with warnings

This is a war, but it's not of our making
So proud to be manipulated
Just give me a weapon and some grievances
But this is not my war
Feels like we've been manipulated
It's none of my business
Can I just get a witness?

I'm at war with strangers
I'm tired of listening to talking heads

Gonna listen to the devil instead
I'm so tired of walking on eggshells
I'm holding my breath while I choke on opinions

Can I get a witness
This is a war not of our making
The only danger is that we'll trip over the strings
We scratch and claw while they laugh and watch
We are tonight's entertainment

I'm at war with strangers
The clothes you wear, it's none of my business
The bed you share, it's none of my business
Fake friends in the air, it's none of my business

The poisons you inhale
The tales that you tell
The opinions that you fake
Do whatever it takes
It's none of my business