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Ryan Scott Oliver - Validation, as a Rule lyrics

Artist: Ryan Scott Oliver

album: Three Points of Contact


Maybe it's me, maybe I'm the trouble
The fly-down, snot-nosed loser of late
It follows, yeah, it follows
Oh, the past was fun, yeah, but stupid fun
With flailing accidental success
A time that feels so trivial in the rear-view
And I didn't give a fuck
What anybody said
Oh, no, I didn't give a fuck
About babes or brands or bread
It was me, my Amy, and ego makes three
But now I'm thirsty
So thirsty
And although jealousy's my fuel
Validation, as a rule, is what I
Crave me
Oh yes, I crave me
Won't someone praise me? (Won't someone praise him?)
I'm so thirsty (Yeah, he's a thirsty bitch)
Where am I now?
In a losing game of solitaire with my self-esteem
And embracing an emotional sine wave
That's dipping too close to zero
Fucking depression!
I've been anxious since the tender age of
Always
But who cares, I'm gonna die young
And I don't give a fuck
Let 'em think what they will think
You betcha, I don't give a fuck
I'll just have another drink
And fade
Oh, I will fade away
Oh my God!
I'm so thirsty
So thirsty
And although jealousy's my fuel
Validation, as a rule, is what I
Crave me
Oh yes, I crave me
Won't someone praise me? (Won't someone praise him?)
I'm so
Hungry!
It makes me risky
Feel like a monkey
Funky and frisky
I need a win (win, win, win, win)
You are a sick man
With an angry heart
You have black goo
Where your blood had ought to start
You are irrelevant
You are irrelevant
Be like the elephant
Don't forget that
Yet there's appeal in worthlessness
The thrill of being betrayed by your fate
The ultimate neglected prodigy
Oh, but what is worse than anonymity?
The negation of your negation
It means your life was all but futile
A death for the dead
And yes, I give a fuck
If people know my name
Oh yeah, I guess I give a fuck
About friends and fans and fame
Is it so wrong to want to be screwed
Just because you're a star?
I'm so –
Praise me (praise him)
Praise me (praise him)
Oh, you've got to, no, you've got to praise me
Oh, praise me, praise me (praise him)
Praise me, praise me (praise him)
Oh, you've got to pat me! Rub me!
And all that kind of talk
But most of all, won't you tell me
I rock!
(Thirsty, so goddamn thirsty, so goddamn)
(What a thirsty bitch)

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