This is the most relatable wilbur song ever-

"Why must I feel numb, done what I've done

I've taken my cues, what I'm supposed to do

Naively assume the narrative's doomed

When I hold the pen, it's throttling you

You never liked me when drunk

I start to believe you never liked me at all

And so I agree, and I'll say "Fuck you"

'Cause I know if I don't, I'll probably say

Something stupid and true"

"I stand just out of reach of your fists

And take myself away, a gangrenous limb

And dance around the subject, a figure of eight

Describe all the parts of me I'm yet to break

Count all the parts of me I'm yet to break

Count all the parts of me I'm yet to break"