Progress

The air that I'm breathing is suffocating my worth
The breath you're releasing is toxifying the earth

And I can't find a word of kindness for me
And you can't seem to not hate me

I think I'm short a few hands
I must have lost one in this war against you
I think I'm short a few hands
How can I keep tally when I have so few

The times that you're sleeping you should be squirming in your waste
The hours I've spent weeping for the inheritance of my fate

(chorus)

Wait