we ve got problems yeah i ve got my share panic and privilege senses to impair and i left you there for good just like i told you that i would count to ten in stagnant streetlight you can drag me as far as you d like but you can t make me love you back and you can t make me react and this quandry that we create you can exhale or suffocate and in text books dictionaries its described as irrational my volition now resolutes stab at upset i won t let you and what we did on the night we met is now something that i regret when it boils down to tiny vices you were left to your own devices you chronically cross the line and our petulance is intertwined but you won t win its not a game and aggression is spread in shame and in old songs friends advice its described as irrational