Sick of writing all these songs, Smoking all these bongs, If I could write up all my wrongs I’d prolly miscue, Running all these laps I take u thru my issues Gotta watch for all the serpents, I’m Thin beneath the surface, Every move I make Is with a purpose, I need my budget in a surplus, All that fake tryhard shit don’t deter us, the lights dim from the silver colour curtains, Run my sets between the circus, And Even worse, I think somebody cursed us, grab ahold and pray I don’t have the worst end, I used to have a crush on this girl called kerstin, I was only little then, now I’m just a middle man Pray for the day that I can really live again, Smoke but only on occasion, Sober for a decoration, Fairly coloured Caucasian too quick with all the statements, sick to my stomach got me crushed below the pavement, I’m sick of always waiting, just to scrape in by the skin of my teeth, I seem to always need the saving, There’s really no escaping, Antidepressants killing my generation, 26 years of reparations for a hand that I underplayed for ages, Feel like my chest just caved in, I’m Vague but unmistaken, Intentionally mysterious and just a shade below delirious, Laugh now cry later, why u so serious, Cover up crew act like it was never even clear to us, All my peers from years past, cleared fast, And that’s just the half of it, that’s just the starter kit, Why do I seem so intent on making things hard again, Is that just what my father did, Or maybe it’s time to bite the clip, Right the ship, But I’m so so scared of what comes next. It’s a tough test, Guess that’s why I puff cheques and have all of this rough sex, im up next,
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Beautiful
Sick of writing all these songs,
Smoking all these bongs,
If I could write up all my wrongs I’d prolly miscue,
Running all these laps I take u thru my issues
Gotta watch for all the serpents,
I’m Thin beneath the surface,
Every move I make Is with a purpose,
I need my budget in a surplus,
All that fake tryhard shit don’t deter us,
the lights dim from the silver colour curtains,
Run my sets between the circus,
And Even worse, I think somebody cursed us,
grab ahold and pray I don’t have the worst end,
I used to have a crush on this girl called kerstin,
I was only little then,
now I’m just a middle man
Pray for the day that I can really live again,
Smoke but only on occasion,
Sober for a decoration,
Fairly coloured Caucasian too quick with all the statements,
sick to my stomach got me crushed below the pavement,
I’m sick of always waiting, just to scrape in by the skin of my teeth,
I seem to always need the saving,
There’s really no escaping,
Antidepressants killing my generation,
26 years of reparations for a hand that I underplayed for ages,
Feel like my chest just caved in,
I’m Vague but unmistaken,
Intentionally mysterious and just a shade below delirious,
Laugh now cry later, why u so serious,
Cover up crew act like it was never even clear to us,
All my peers from years past, cleared fast,
And that’s just the half of it,
that’s just the starter kit,
Why do I seem so intent on making things hard again,
Is that just what my father did,
Or maybe it’s time to bite the clip,
Right the ship,
But I’m so so scared of what comes next.
It’s a tough test,
Guess that’s why I puff cheques and have all of this rough sex,
im up next,