Listen to me, please
I hate to open with this news
But I'm just not the one you've seen without those rosy tinted hues
The truth, I'm holding with a spoon
I'm no knight in shining armor
I don't dive inside the darkness
You won't cry goodbye on harbors
And no tears for the dearly departed, never existed
I've been so weird in the fear of the awkward tension that's building
The ceiling feels so low
And the spacing out is permanent
The waning sounds of words you spent
Are racing out the firmaments
I'm sure you meant well
I turn deaf and blind on a dime
With nickel-plated skin
I doll her up to hide her inside
I find a good time in excess
This scumbag only holds sewage
Skull inside the clouds
The sky, headbutt a brand new hole through it
So I can hibernate
Draped in vines that hide the state of mental wellness
Never felt this place, slide out and drive away
Behind me, off the lot
Ferraris crash, jam packin' the ditches
As this arsonist takes his shelter at more flammable bridges
I'm not being insincere
You can- you can do much better than me (scumbag blues)
The truth is that I'm nowhere near the person you see
I'm just a sliver of the subject at hand
A dumb, disembodied head that's buried under the sand
I'm not being insincere
You can- you can do much better than me (scumbag blues)
The truth is that I'm nowhere near the person you see
I'm just a sliver of the subject at hand
A dumb, disembodied head that's buried under the sand
There's no message to decode
I'm just a piece of shit
It's no secret, in sequences that repeat ad infinitum
I don't mean to be overly dramatic
No overseas combatant
Peeling back the scabs that form up there
In hopes you see the damage
I just want you to know that I'm prone to phonin' it in
With the bones so broken
I folded them so they poke through the skin
So you could nurse me back to health, self-arsonist
I took my jarred brain off the shelf, melt all of it
There's no mask or makeup
Make-believe, man-made, myth or exaggeration
Painted in a bad light
You can't fake this, I'm a dick
I've got a slew of better things to do
Than try to win your heart
Plucking on those little strings in tune
One millimeter fuse
I ride a cannonball to work
An anti-social loser doomed to pack and travel in reverse
My lungs full of greenish fumes
That wilt the plants, you shouldn't breathe
Just completely forget about this
You're too good for me
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