Who are you to salt my wounds?
And tear my muscles
And solve our puzzles
And write those riddles on my tomb?
I think I'm immune
It's easy to assume
When every life I've known always ends in you
I don't think you get to like, remember stuff from your past life
You just get to like, carry on wisdom with you
That's why some people are like, just not that wise
It's 'cause they haven't, they've on had their one life
This is their first one?
Uh-huh
Sometimes I think, yeah, like
Where do you think you're at?
I don't know, probably just like two or three
I might be one, I'm glad I'm getting a bunch of just, beginners luck
Really?
Yeah, with everything
I feel like you're probably not a one
