You wake up in cold sweat You crave disappointment Which is your focus? Main Character Syndrome The party betroths you (I've seen it first and I've been here first!) If that's what your into (I want it!) The party betroths you If that's what your into (He doesn't even know your final-) Grant me once this petty respite Punch this fucker in his face He bids on tragic missed appointments He smiles with only half his face It's not a problem it's his niche It's classic signaling theory Cause every step he takes Is laced with aspiration on his sleeves So surely The party betroths you (I've seen it first and I've been here first!) If that's what your into (I want it!) The party betroths you If that's what your into (He doesn't even know your final-) Grant me once this petty respite Punch this fucker in his face He bids on tragic missed appointments He smiles with only half his face It's not a problem it's his niche It's classic signaling theory Cause every step he takes Is laced with aspiration on his sleeves So surely