Belly up, face down - not me, baby
I’m a side sleeper
I’m a sideways son of a bitch
I’m a broken-hearted heartbreaker
Half-baked guitar player
Sleeping'-in-all-dayer
Wannabe John Mayer
Big hit o’ the bong, maybe write a better song later on
Sunrise, big stretch - not me, baby
I’m a night owl
I’m a pale-skinned, bug-eyed freak
I’m a cold-blooded, no money havin’ nobody
Oh, buddy, better get ya some sleep
I be fiendish, never seen a clean dish
Baby, I’m a bad roommatе
I’m a dirty undisciplined thief
I’m a tv-time hoggin’
Nothin’ up in my noggin’
Sandbaggin’, bеt I’m better off a vagabond
We get along off and on but we’d all be better off if I was gone
Deep breath, deep thoughts - not me, baby
I’m a fake buddhist
A performative trust-fund stain
I’m a big tapestry hangin’
Wake and bake and eat bacon
Thin tattoo havin’
Art school kid bangin’
“Is cocaine vegan?”
Fuck, I love to talk about me
But don’t get it confused, boy
I am you, boy
There’s nothin’ new under the sun, son
We’re one of two at best
Don’t get it wrong, John
It’s only a song, mom!
And hey, I’d rather be seen through reliable eyes than rely on the eyes of guys with styes
You know, sugarcoated truths and sugarcoated lies taste the damn same and it’s a damn shame, guys!
Keep on keepin’ on sleepin’ on sides!
On my way, ETA - not me, baby
I am late always
Mister Deus Ex Machina
I am ten times ten minutes away ten times a day
Tentatively gonna be there
But all tend to hide away
Don’t tempt me with a rain check, I was checkin’ anyway
Playstation, vacation - not me, baby
I’m a broke boyfriend
I’m your parents’ worst nightmare, boo!
I’m a homemade gift giving, uber eats delivering
Feet kickin’, weird gigglin’
Hands in your fridge again
Heartfelt note scribblin’
One day imma pay it all back
Because I’m..
One note, dumb joke - not me, baby
I’m a whole person!
Who is as intricate as you, dear listener
I am a deep regret holding
Facial hair loading
People in power loathing
Sometimes go bowling
Hand-me-down clothing
Anxious when the phone ring
Jesse Welles cloning
Clarence Carter stroking
Grew up reading Shonan
Still, I’m reading Shonan
Broke and maybe broken
Mmh, maybe not, I’m joking
Voice recording, posting
Hoping, hoping, hoping
Hoping…
To somehow influence your view, boy
‘Cause I am you, boy
There’s nothin’ new under the sun, son
We’re one of two at best
Don’t get it wrong, John
It’s only a song, mom!
I’ll sleep on my side and leave nothin’ on my chest