[Lyric] Please let me know when youve had enough (Engy Essam)

i’m bad at beginnings,
and i don’t like leaving.
so can we just sit here? amidst the midpoints between my thoughts, and my identity
look into my eyes like you’re looking into a compass with four arrows,
whatever direction you’re headed is where a speck in my eyes will point to.
i’m getting better at talking,
and all the more worse at feeling,
i keep wanting to tell you how my heart, if dissected at the corners,
would sprout hollow pages documenting all the days I’ve spent without you. Instead, i’vе told you about a song five times already,
and about a dog I pеt on the subway a week ago, if there was a guide on how to be human,
I think I’d follow it too precisely, I’d be too painfully human,
I’d be too human it’ll break the earth back into Pangea,
I’d be too human it’ll stop tsunamis from rising anywhere except for within me,
I’d be too human and it’ll make no sense.
I’d be too human, it’ll make no sense.

I’m bad at beginnings,
and sometimes, so in love with the thought of leaving that I forget to do it at all.
I live my life like the fourth badly written book sent by god;
everything seems too rushed, the metaphors are overdone, and too much is happening in the name of some higher calling.
I live my life like the updated god I have in my head,
the one who’s just an asshole that keeps forgetting my heart is too strong for my body,
the one whose ego is too big for its own throne,
the one whose name has been repeated too many times in the name of everything he never asked for,
the one who naps with his back pressed against a continent or two until they are crushed into a happy oblivion named “heaven”,
I don’t like leaving; especially when the only way out is an Eden where myself is a forbidden fruit.
I’m not good at beginnings,
I’d rather cut through the corners and make my way into the parts I like. It seems like God is the same,
cutting through me like an entity created out of error,
like that old laptop you have in a drawer somewhere,
like a bite out of an apple no more special than any other except for the fact that it allows contemplation.
Cut through me, using only the power of emotion,
travel through space in the speed of light,
as long as my body remains present or at least light.
What i mean to say is,
do what you will. Just reach the purer part of me I’ve lost the ability to let out.
I’m bad at beginnings,
And I lied, I’m not good at leaving, either.
If I could do it all again,
If I could do it all again,
If I could do it all again,
If I could do it all again,