[Intro] It's Saturday morning And I drank too much coffee Some people say there's no such thing as too much coffee But I say there is such thing See, see, see, see
[Verse 1] See I thought it might be easier to be who I'm not Took a sip, now uno mas I'm lots of things but none of them interesting Thinking about my dreams and hopes, just jokes I've told myself to close the holes in my brain Getting older by the second Inching forward toward my grave Wondering what's the lesson I'd rather be dumb than smart I'd rather make shit than art I'd rather just sit and watch the ships depart Every mark I, mark I, mark I make is a b-side Besides all I eat's freeze dried, harbinger of my demise The dude telling you it's a ruse well he's right Packing up a parachute and a pair of Levi's Apocalypse coming blank pages I'm thumbing The gyres keep widening til I am number Than gums at a dentist just covered with gauze Gasping for gas, trapped in the jaws
[Hook] Don't you set me straight, I've got it square Squandering my youth, but I don't care What I feel is nothing at all What I feel is nothing at all, all
[Verse 2] Scratch, scratch, scratching at my shins First season Mad Men on in the background Can't stop laughing Half of what I do is purposeless Windex-ing surfaces, vultures circling I'm searching for what on earth this really is You can catch me in a Super 8 Things are going super great Melting my mental space is how I'm losing weight I'd rather be thin and hungry than happy and fat I'd rather be uninformed than face the facts Re-relax I'm choking on a splinter with a termite Ermines living like they're kings cause their fur's nice Feel myself trapped somewhere between LA and Irvine Doubtful that the shards of my fractured mind will survive Eyeing the traffic light, but I'm not yielding Left arm if left hanging, glued to the ceiling A feeling like this could get out of control Ten in my pocket, got money to blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
