That Stone Better Be On Fire

And what the fuck do I know?

But broken hearts, some unsung songs.

I never had it hard enough

so i drag my feet as much as i can.

The product of excuses.

Brave only compared to some.

I consider myself a lucky kid,

but I'm pretty good at fucking up.

Young, angry and white.

A victim of the middle class.

So much to prove.

So much to say.

When will I be done screaming?

Never take me seriously,

cause who the fuck I am.

Just some awkward kid from a shitty town

no different from any of you.

Quick with exaggeration.

Philosopher to some.

But a story teller to anyone.

Who, is truly listening.

I'm inspired by the face that i still get out of bed.

I'm over dramatic most of the time.

Attention whore, known to be ill tempered.

I got a way with fucking words!