Feet slamming on the cement
These tasks taller than the trees I feed off of for breath
I'm all defeated, I can't even be bothered to process
If I can't help you, I'm just here to merely offer respect
Just want a small utilitarian space
Somewhere nobody's there to tamper
With my plans to decay inside a bedroom
Mourning songs from bands I banned from my brain
Some of the trust I had for friends
I'm like a phantom in present, when light is ample I fade
No pluck, the damn antonym of mandolin playing
It's an advanced type of antsy
I've been prancing in place until my feet are sore
I'm fiending for a handsomer face
And someone with a trustworthy fucking hand
I could take like colonizers and others lands
Deprived of a mother since a youngin
Maybe that's why loves hard to understand
It's not like that's on purpose, shouldn't worry so much
If I could take the tiny burden of some hurt in my fun
Might not be so dark outside
It's dark outside
My brain's partway fried
The paint's all but dry
And this a March disguise
I had a chip on my shoulder
Said, I would kill for it back (Kill for it back)
Now I would leave the shit for vultures
Need my skills all intact
I think I'm out of my noggin
I'm tryna talk to a shrink
These tricks is dirty as the germs I'm washin' off in my sink
I'm gonna throw my fucking phone into some squalid canal
And you can catch me on a farm with the cows (Farm with the cows)
I'd live off crops I'd grow and carcasses I'd char like an arsonist
Then my mental state might not be caught in Arbiter's Grounds
Might start calming me down
Cause it's so difficult imagining peace (Imagining peace)
And all I'm worried about is if my practice match what I preach
'Cause I think everybody's clashing with me irrationally
And I'm tasked with starting class in a week
Getting better being Max, but I think Max isn't me (Max isn't me)
I can't get up until noon
And Tempo's taxing to be (Taxing to be)
Just tryna harvest these dollars to ensure that my friends have rations to eat
'Cause I'll be damned if I'm attached to my needs
It's dark outside
My brain's partway fried
The paint's all but dry
And this a March disguise
It's dark outside (And it's dark, and it's dark outside)
My brain's partway fried (Partway fried)
The paint's all but dry (All but dry, it's all but dry)
And this a March disguise (March disguise)