Rawks

Playing solitaire in restaurants

Boundaries I’m testing em

No one’s really watching still I sense that I’ve been messing up

Human but day by day I’m feeling like I’m less of one

Sent all my best friends presents yet I’m disappointing everyone

Got no direction someone summon Nora Ephron

Beer pong’s how I learned the capital of Lebanon

Basically we’re Lennon John, young & dead and gone

Whiskey tipsy keep on slipping don’t know which end of the bed I’m on

Calories, Valeries in malls smoking on Cali weed

How can you complain when you’ve made up all your realities?

Ballerinas balancing, validating maladies

Barfing up their salad greens par for mister balanchine

I text a lot of boys, but I rarely fuck em

Ducking clouds, breaking down, got my head up in an oven

Shut my mouth, blacking out, yeah my brain is fucking bludgeoned

Though I’ve had my doubts I know my stuff is straight disgusting

And I mean that in the best way

Flipping shit like burgers or fake furs or a sex change

Right onto the next phase, got my buddies in the backseat

Don’t like what I do then get your lips up off my ass cheek

Rocks in my shoes, stones in my pockets

Lost and confused, cold and forgotten

Yeah, that’s me

I try to look alive but I’m half asleep

Baby’s got a nosebleed, talking to a lead pipe

Strangers think they know me, photos of my best side

Fit into my old jeans, haven eaten in like

3 days you say I’m looking sick well shit you’re dead right

Father’s vices, but my mama’s heart so I’ve feeling like

Penitent a million nights sipping on these miller lights

Wishing it was back to mash & after class & pillow fights

Feeling violated so I memorized the Bill of Rights

Kids I grew up with, perspective busted

& now like half of them are fat, that’s fucking justice

Swear I’m on the cusp of something great, least I hope I am

Trying to get a couple butts to shake til I’m broke again

Compliments they’re never sinking in I’m drinking gin

And wondering why every night I bend over the sink again

Thinking I’m in love so my irises been twinkling

But he don’t feel the same, guess I’m permanently single then

My anxiety been fucking with me awfully

Should I be taking medications, doctor probably

Tummy’s bum need an endoscopy

Wanted everything under the sun guess I’ll settle for some Foster’s Freeze

But life’s gravy uh I’m trying to find a man & hop in his Mercedes

All my no ways been turning into maybes

I thought I told you I was fucking crazy