Yeah, I really wanna die sometimes
But I'd hate to see everybody cry
Sometimes I act like everything is gonna be okay
But I know that ww3 is gonna happen some day
You've heard it before,
An unsuccessful artist who thinks life is a chore
A narcissistic idealistic attention whore
Who will manipulate his friends to give him what he adores
And thats love and affection
Maybe true displays of platonic attraction
Makes you feel intimate, of infinite significance
But I'm just right here playing this six-stringed instrument
And being depressed, I think I need rest,
I think I need help micromanaging stress
I feel like I'll be arrested for what I've confessed
So right now is the best time for the catchy chorus
I need sweet company
People who can comfort me
Not some Oscar's nominee
Who's not that fucking hard to see through
I need sweet company
People who can comfort me
And if you're gonna throw a party
Make sure that you don't invite me
Look, I know what it sounds like
People who surround me are just messin around like
Who the fuck would wanna be your family if all they see is social incapacity and a lack of personality
But I digress
All this time I missed out on the signs I guess
And people really do wanna seem nice and yes
It was me who refused to see the kindness
This is getting too self-deprecating
And i need to recognise that its been me that I've been hating
And if I'm being honest I've always been creating these motionless problems that I like to find annoyance in
But if I hide behind these beats
Packaged up music ready to be released
I might end up feeling a sense of relief
I might just end up feeling unique