[Intro]
I'm closing all of my curtains
Putting circumstantial thoughts into words and
Um... I keep tossing and turning
Wonder how to make myself more of a positive person
I guess I'm in the process of learning
Conversing concepts in front the faucet, I'm certain
Introspection’s important
Or could call it coercion, grounded, scoffing at birds and-
[Verse 1]
I'm a product of my environment, faulty merchandise
And false marketing, still uncommercialized
Targeting an audience of mannequins in theater seats
Carving them with perty smiles, flattering appeal to me
But - I'm not a puppet, I'm a real boy
The bottom of the bucket bought a prominence of nil, void
As a lil' boy, killed time with real cunning
Stuck steel in sockets just to fucking feel something
Mom, I wanna be a rockstar
Gilderoy Lockheart, pockets full of copper and a poptart
Hopping in the boxcar of Pandora, lock jawed
And anxious when asked 'bout a band or a pop song
(What's wrong?) I don't know, many things
Already treading very thin ice I'm not the nicest
But I try, and if I could I'd write with every limb
Inside of an aquarium, I'm making waves and drowning in work
[Hook]
What the fuck was normal again
Ignore the dents on my table, phrasing vorpal against
The jabberwocky, can of coffee as my helmet in battle
And a belt full of packets of sugar for all the blends
What the fuck was normal again
I'm stressing, you can tell it from the way I'm holding my pen
Excessive thinking to the brink of blinking sounding loud
As shouting, trying to drown it out but I don't think it's going to end
[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go I see my walls
Maybe cause I don't go anywhere at all, dissolve my many cares
In drawing, falling on my bed in tears and balling
With teddy bears, where do I see myself in 20 years
Making it doing music is less a Rubik's cube
And more a coin flip, where making ladies loins drip
And moist is a crucial move, poignant moody dude
Rather take a chance than be appointed to a cubicle
Uhh... My spirit animal is a crow
Pump my body full of mineral water when alone
Trying to fill a hole with a twitter post, I considered
For like a minute despite my pride in writing shit in
Code, so you have read between every line
Streaming Adventure Time and feeling I’m very fine
For real, on a quest to find legendary rhymes
Defeat the demon, free the people and- oh nevermind
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Jealousy is ugly but
Celebrate and love me, I never get enough sleep, my bed is getting dusty
As an archaic broom, stargazing, playing DOOM
We can parlay if bizarre tastes are okay with you
I’m talking paint in spoons, utilize my tongue-brush
Pronto, a calm flow euthanize your humbug
Jon Doe, kinda wish I lived in Toronto
Like - Scott Pilgrim, my watch killing my time though
Fucking hate responsibilities and growing up
Somber feelings open up my throat, I feel like throwing up
For a moment, float above the clouds then coming down again
Sea level, fuck, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again
I just wanna be around my friends
Maybe move in to be roomies, tho I don’t know how to rent
I’ll figure it out I guess, apologies if I sound depressed
The problem is, I’m awful at wrapping my head around my stress
