Speeding down a rainy hill, a bull in a china shop

Solo tickets only, I don’t even rock a sidecar

Emotionally illiterate I need to learn some empathy

I’m really sorry for the thorn you’ll find when you start smellin' me

I’m the type of issue in your life I’d say to cut out

Yet here I go again playing venom, so suck the blood out

Proving myself as a monster, I can not respond to that

And yeah I’m nothing but a problem: your feelings I’ll squander that

Self-centered narcissist, I’m never giving second thoughts

If you’re not in front of me or really even if you are

My undershirt should be a whole roll of caution tape

Maybe that’ll save us all a lot of time, forego some pain

I cannot make the coals hot enough, I know this

I got hella shit stored, bottled up. Invoking

Misguided selfishness burnt a bridge. Precocious

Kid driven to win, but in so many ways slowpoking. (Ah!)

Fall from grace or be an angel, right? I’m the anxious type

Overthink and overthink and overthink, I think I might

Side effects of my depression manifest and override

Overthink and overthink and overthink, I think I might

Fall from grace or be an angel, right? I’m the anxious type

Overthink and overthink and overthink, I think I might

Side effects of my depression manifest and override

Overthink and overthink and overthink, I think I might

First person! Learn to be a person first

The third-person version’s cursed

Flirt in cursive, it’s a nervous verse

Hurting her it hurt the worst

I’ll dig my grave, conserve your work

Libel me I deserve the dirt

Seconds of my just deserts. I

Used to look in the mirror and see my consequences;

Not particular just the outline of my ambitions

"Keep the world at arms length distance." It was just a symptom

Then I started treatin myself like I mattered. It was simple

What’s the rules of my environment? Does it have a structure so pervasive I be tryin' in?

What about the rest of my perspective? Why is there irony? I'm on my Michael Myers shit. I come for me like pirate ships

O tell me, could I fly from this? On god that would be marvelous. Blinded in my own way my whole world feels so homogenous. I’m lackin common sense and all that confidence. I don't shine. And I've been sad as fuck for a while, so it's about time for me to be light!

I'm just the human part of this, so ready to call it quits

But I don't know what I would do so that validates all of this

I'm just the human part of this so ready to call it quits

But I don't know what I would do so that validates all of this

This, yes: it's what validates this for me! And I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for this shit