Текст песни
Wake up!
I pour myself a cup of loathing
And I don my clothing
Trying to orchestrate a sense of self without imploding
Too many factors roaming
Too many hairs need combing
I put myself into a jar because I need preserving
Oh, I meant persevering
Look out the window clearing
I'm just busy trying to shuffle past the muffled hearing
Trying to not be mean
I keep my focus clean
I spend my days covered in butter like I'm margarine
I don't know how to rap
I wasn't born this way
I don't know how to keep it chill and make it feel blasé
Convince myself to do this
Shot cup filled up with hubris
Reading directly from a letter penned by Henry Dumas
Rooting through recycling boxes
From the outside of where I used to live
Scraping and consuming the cardboard
Nostalgia and the cheese scraps
Trying to figure out the memories I was forced to forget
Just a weird dude hanging outside of your parent's kitchenette
No regrets