whats your name again? I didn’t catch that

Who cares what you say you’re 'new here kid'

I resort to my cardinal directions when I am

surrounded by stares and their best guesses

military, divorce, or a death?

I have a name, ain’t anything you said

vital the trauma recital

By Lunch they’ll delight in some stories again

They’re talking about me, but what’s there to talk bout?

they’re staring at me, like you aint gonna see me around?

Momma, I feel like this one’s gonna be the same

I think we’re gonna keep on moving

Momma,

I never make friends, and when I do, I really dont

you know the feeling?

Every starting place is a box of parts

and I know the machine is inside the heart

but Im always building for nothing to work

Always game over but neve ...