Picture an imaginary line
Tracing the foundation of the house you never built
Concealing insecurities with casual replies
Disregard the wreckage till it showers you in guilt
And breathe in the debris that you find

I can’t take time
If your hands stay tied
I can’t take time
If your hands—

All I saw was street lights in the sky
Off of ninety-five
Hit the powerline
I don’t want to die
My crimes rectified
Penance and contrite
Terrors in the night
For the devil that’s inside
I wasn’t there for a reason
I wasn’t there for a reason
I didn’t fucking show up for a reason
I wasn’t there for a reason

Picture an imaginary line
Crossing out the narrative you never even wrote
Blank obituaries weighing heavy on your mind
Malice that you buried deep inside of every quote
And burn inside the words that you write

You’re irresponsible (I can’t)
You’re an obstacle (take time)
I could have stopped you though (if your hands)
I was incautious (stay tied)
And I was illogical (I can’t)
So illogical (take time)
That was impossible (if your hands)
I was too hostile to you (stay tied)

All I saw was street lights in the sky
Off of ninety-five
Hit the powerline
I don’t want to die
My crimes rectified
Penance and contrite
Terrors in the night
For the devil that’s inside
I wasn’t there for a reason
I wasn’t there for a reason
I didn’t fucking show up for a reason
I wasn’t there for a reason

All I saw was street lights in the sky
Off of ninety-five
Hit the powerline
I don’t want to die
My crimes rectified
Penance and contrite
Terrors in the night
For the devil that’s—
I wasn’t there for a reason
I wasn’t there for a reason
I didn’t fucking show up for a reason
I wasn’t there for a reason

I can’t take time
I can’t take time
If your hands stay tied