I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure
A&E will always hold my place as a commercial Whaler
Every mistake I have ever made has an inexplicable beauty you overachievers could never replace
I'm not sorry that I failed you and I'll unabashedly crawl back under the rock I hail to
I waste a lot of time cruising Wikipedia entries locating algorithms that'll make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley
I don't want to wear technicolour bowties
I'm sure you could surmise I'm not the type to ghost write
I was the kid memorizing Danger Mouse in my tree house
A mansion is a place with plenty of couch space for all my friends
Real brothers don't mind if you're an hour late to make amends
But none the less I am an hour late
Under a fig tree meditating on Schopenhaeur's face
Ashy-handed bandwagon of one
What have I done
What have I done
This sadness is too real
I keep contorting my jawline like blue steel
Remember after class
Stealing muffins and it was nothing
We would laugh
My god, My god robbed Rob of his life force
Replaying the entire scene from my high horse
Passing blue bottles of Polo Sport before our night course
Remember trips to Bigstar in the back of Martin's Beamer
Remember cigarello burns and ernest eyed dreamers
Remember Kenosha public school politics
Remember Rob telling me to never apologize for shit
Remember learning to let our freak flag fly
We cursed the sky and say we'd never die
And then you died
And then I blamed myself
And I blamed everybody you had ever met
And I channeled that into shitty rap songs for the internet
Then I smoked a corn cob pipe for a couple months
And felt my inner light grow dull like it never was
Now kids write me about being their favorite rapper
And I'm the asshole who gets to live forever after
You don't want me to pull memories from way back
Because you aint got the necessary Jiggawatts in that Mayback
You don't want me to pull memories from way back
Because you aint got the necessary Jiggawatts in that Mayback
You don't want me to pull memories from way back
Because you aint got the necessary Jiggawatts in that Mayback
Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
I miss You
The English language dictates that we speak of you in past tense
Can you cross the river Styx with only a mere half-a-pence
I don't know the answers
I just know the dances
And I swear to God I cry when I look through the pictoral display