If I was younger, I’d think it was God
Whispering the future, giving signs
A gifted premonition of you leaving
And me already knowing why
No one has outsmarted my self-hatred
My self-hatred
I always think your silence is my fault
Fear fills in the room for interpretation (Interpretation)
And it’s far too loud for you to prove it wrong
In the name of love and more, I know there’s no objective truth
Doesn’t matter if you hate me, if I feel like you do
So tell the bloodhounds the case is closed
Roll up the red string, ‘cause I’ve got it solved
Don’t confess you love me, there’s no use in lying
Don’t walk away, can’t change my confirmation bias
My confirmation bias
Asking me questions, setting traps
Tra-tra-traps
Bricking every game with weighted dice
Weighted dice
No matter what you’ll say, you’ll answer wrong
You’ll answer wrong
So no matter what you say, it’ll prove I’m right
‘Cause I’m right
In the name of love and more, I know there’s no objective truth
Doesn’t matter if you hate me, ‘cause I feel like you do
So tell the bloodhounds the case is closed
Roll up the red string, ‘cause I’ve got it solved
Don’t confess you love me, there’s no use in lying
Don’t walk away, can’t change my confirmation bias
If I was younger, I’d think it was God
God, God, God
God, God, God
Other lyrics by Leanna Firestone:
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Confirmation Bias
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Emergency Contact
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Get Help
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Judas (Martyr To My Misery)
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