drywall - Paris Paloma

Produced by：Justin Glasco

He's punching walls again

Cohesive arguments evade him

Eggshell temperament

No emotional regulation

Hysterical baby

His gaze always evades me

Doesn't know he is paving

The road for my escape way

Every time

I scratch another line

I used to think of him a caring thing

Knuckles on his drywall

I've tried all

Of the parenting

Descent into hysterically

Ripping into ribbons

The things he knows he isn't

And severing ties

Funny rationality

What would positions in power be

Led by feelings that seemingly change hourly

I'm floored you ever got there

And when he snaps out of it

He drones in monotone on a power trip

With tell-tale blood still running in his coward lips

From raising strokes that he hopes I'll cower in

I used to think of him a caring thing

Knuckles on his drywall

I've tried all

Of the parenting

Descent into hysterically

Ripping into ribbons

All the things he knows he isn't

And severing ties

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Oh but he has nothing

I used to think of him a caring thing

Knuckles on his drywall

I've tried all

Of the parenting

Descent into hysterically

Ripping into ribbons

All the things he knows he isn't

And severing ties

I'm severing ties

Severing ties