What Puddle? Theres No Puddle by PlasticBag FaceMask Lyrics

Corporate commute directly to the brain
One trip to Glasgow will leave you feeling no pain
Five course for one and bet it all on black
Pieces
I'm counting pieces
For the puzzle that’s in your head
Thinking
I'm always thinking
About what I should have said
Desperate
I'm so desperate
To wake up one day, dead
Five course for one and bet it all on black
Then raid the mini fridge for a midnight snack
Night cap, it’s 99 percent pure
The most harmful that thing I could do to you
Is love you the way that you want me to
I've been unfaithful to myself for a quarter century
And I'm passing the savings on to you
I'm just a blank slate
Fake flowers as seen through rose-colored glasses
Stay slender and lean
While your charts look mean
When the slope dips you dip
And keep it all green
This is the price I choose to pay
Desperate for you to love me so I don't have to love myself
Are you a man
Or three in a jacket
In the dead silence
Do you ever want to end it?