The Honorary Title - Wait Until I'm Gone

I'm lacking any discipline
Pulling Strings
Typing up your skin of porcelain
Stopped listening
No longer need the sunlight
That night we had it will suffice

Infatuation is the perfect camouflage
A warm and temporary place to go

I'm lacking any confidence
Second guessing
Separate for perspective
Is there nothing left?
How I see, for weeks and weeks
Judged hastily, no patience

I've seen you under every sort of light
From ideal perfection to the darker side

You always were so good to me

I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
Well I have only one request
Wait until I'm gone

Is there nothing left
Is there nothing left
Is there nothing at all

I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
I need a stimulant
Something to help reinvent
Well I have only one request

You always were
You always were
So good to me