Testo Fit For Company

You’re in my brain
Like it’s your domain
You shut my doors
And I don’t get friends here anymore

You gave me shape
Like I’m made of clay
You shut me down And I don’t know who the hell I am now

What does it matter?
I’m fucked anyway
Would it get better
If you didn’t stay?
I beg you take your leave
‘Cause I’m not fit for company

I’m not fit for company