Avoiding all of this small talk
Im not an addition too
All of this white noise going on
'Cause its just party talk
Every night feels like it's the same
There's nothing to celebrate
When conversations are in vein

I would rather die
Than to force the night
And to hear your lies
Because it's toxic babe
And I don't wanna be
Another vacant soul
I would much rather be
Another flower on the wall

Endless streams of unconscious thoughts
Flowing uncontrollably
Stop trying to portray your self
As someone who you want to be
You ought to make some close amends
With the person who you really are

I would rather die
Than to force the night
And to hear your lies
Because it's toxic babe
And I don't wanna be
Another vacant soul
I would much rather be
Another flower on the wall