Ovlov - Short Morgan lyrics

I fire one off and wait Alone like My [?] races on til you say That you want me to decide My own fate But if it's left up to me I don't see why not try to find A friend to wait along with me, to ride Cause alone it feels so pointless Don't confess Don't stress out on me (Yeah, it's getting worse now) You talk a lot for free With no shame And waste it all on me Who won't care But if this is how you feel Then go say It all to someone real Who wants to play along with you While you whine Alone you're feeling fine And your bones they hold onto the weight Of older things I could wait But you don't ask