Immune

Always

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