[Intro]

I'm closing all of my curtains

Putting circumstantial thoughts into words and

Um... I keep tossing and turning

Wonder how to make myself more of a positive person

I guess I'm in the process of learning

Conversing concepts in front the faucet, I'm certain

Introspection’s important

Or could call it coercion, grounded, scoffing at birds and-

[Verse 1]

I'm a product of my environment, faulty merchandise

And false marketing, still uncommercialized

Targeting an audience of mannequins in theater seats

Carving them with perty smiles, flattering appeal to me

But - I'm not a puppet, I'm a real boy

The bottom of the bucket bought a prominence of nil, void

As a lil' boy, killed time with real cunning

Stuck steel in sockets just to fucking feel something

Mom, I wanna be a rockstar

Gilderoy Lockheart, pockets full of copper and a poptart

Hopping in the boxcar of Pandora, lock jawed

And anxious when asked 'bout a band or a pop song

(What's wrong?) I don't know, many things

Already treading very thin ice I'm not the nicest

But I try, and if I could I'd write with every limb

Inside of an aquarium, I'm making waves and drowning in work

[Hook]

What the fuck was normal again

Ignore the dents on my table, phrasing vorpal against

The jabberwocky, can of coffee as my helmet in battle

And a belt full of packets of sugar for all the blends

What the fuck was normal again

I'm stressing, you can tell it from the way I'm holding my pen

Excessive thinking to the brink of blinking sounding loud

As shouting, trying to drown it out but I don't think it's going to end

[Verse 2]

Everywhere I go I see my walls

Maybe cause I don't go anywhere at all, dissolve my many cares

In drawing, falling on my bed in tears and balling

With teddy bears, where do I see myself in 20 years

Making it doing music is less a Rubik's cube

And more a coin flip, where making ladies loins drip

And moist is a crucial move, poignant moody dude

Rather take a chance than be appointed to a cubicle

Uhh... My spirit animal is a crow

Pump my body full of mineral water when alone

Trying to fill a hole with a twitter post, I considered

For like a minute despite my pride in writing shit in

Code, so you have read between every line

Streaming Adventure Time and feeling I’m very fine

For real, on a quest to find legendary rhymes

Defeat the demon, free the people and- oh nevermind

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Jealousy is ugly but

Celebrate and love me, I never get enough sleep, my bed is getting dusty

As an archaic broom, stargazing, playing DOOM

We can parlay if bizarre tastes are okay with you

I’m talking paint in spoons, utilize my tongue-brush

Pronto, a calm flow euthanize your humbug

Jon Doe, kinda wish I lived in Toronto

Like - Scott Pilgrim, my watch killing my time though

Fucking hate responsibilities and growing up

Somber feelings open up my throat, I feel like throwing up

For a moment, float above the clouds then coming down again

Sea level, fuck, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again

I just wanna be around my friends

Maybe move in to be roomies, tho I don’t know how to rent

I’ll figure it out I guess, apologies if I sound depressed

The problem is, I’m awful at wrapping my head around my stress