[Lyric] Infant (Nate Fusillo)

She calls me a name I can't repeat
Mauls me and maims me, chops off my feet
I'm not indecisive, she's lost in her dream
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I hate what she means
And I'm just an infant

Me: a skinny, shy Marxist
Could that be her thing?
The weak and defenseless
The lost will be prey
And I'm not attracted, to feeling so weak
But I cannot take it
I never like what's real

And I'm just infant
I'm just—