[Verse 1]

You're so brave the way you say stuff at a microphone

Inside your home, play it and then put it on the internet

Looking out the window checking weather must be nice and all

When both your eyes are kinda like kaleidoscopes and mind a long

Lightning rod, you rhyme and draw...

(Yeah but I have to. I'm not really good at anything else)

Honestly, you're so creative and I'm jealous when

I could never sing, draw or do something as embarrassing

(Have you tried?)

(...)

No, I know my armor very thin

And sparring, never parry swings, so a fairly dim

Future is ahead I think

When I'm near convinced I'll just grow a pair of wings from a momentary wind

And hit a shooting star

Or something like a moving car, you’re so lucky to be productive enough at doing art

I don’t mean to come off sucky-uppy

But Dreamsomnia was fucking lovely, I think snoozing on your music’s wrong

So the reason you’re so odd and moody

Eludes me, you been prolly locked in your room watching the horror movies

Too often, only reply with a nod when

I compliment a song, I get it I guess you don’t wanna talk, being rude to me

[Verse 2]

Um, sorry? Is my mouth working?

Mouth check one two three, I’m not a loud person

I hope I don’t come off as a proud jerk when persons get

Personal my words don’t work with certainty

And I swear I’m freaking out internally, don’t take it personally

I’m a person, see, the nerves of steel not firm as your belief

Prefer the cursor clicks and words traversing circuitry

You might infer the rhyming words won’t work conversing, we

Burgundy, hooded up

Thanks for saying I’m good at stuff, I’d be blushing if I had blood gushing from heart throbs

But I don’t mean to write only dark songs

If you’re feeling low, I’ll high five your arms off, scar palms

My lip stay busted

And the spit taste rusted in the spring rain, I been waiting