We Can't All Be Heroes

I wake up in the morning, its the same old thing

Another day alone just rhyme writing (oh)

It's getting a little old

Feeling kind of cold

When do you say you took your dream too far

And finally come to grips with the person you are

I think for some of us the dream's too vivid

And the gift we've been given is the curse that comes with it

If you strive for perfection and progress

You beat your own ass in the process

Man I'm satisfied never

My shit always could be better

Shit the I'm saying now could be way more clever

I remember when there wasn't no pressure

I just do this

Before the music was part of a to do list

I love writing but why I'm clueless

It's peaceful yet deceitful

Like a Buddhist Judas

And its's fucking up my brain

But somehow it's the only thing that keeps me sane

I guess I'm like a little goth art student

Take away his pen, next day at school he starts shooting

But arts stupid

If you consider the bitter cost of this

All the relationships I've lost to this

All the times that I hit ignore when my family and friends they would call for this

A constant state of exhaustiveness

I give my all to this

A stressful endeavor like tiger woods probably thinks that golfing is

I should get a office gig

But I can't cause I'm over here dreaming

And as I write another song I just feel like screaming

Stop fucking with me

Stop judging me

I just want to live comfortably

And I ain't talking about wealth

I'm talking about my brain

I'm talking about mental health

Stop fucking with me

Stop judging me

I look around and suddenly

I realize that there's nobody else

The only one judging me is myself

Most people they got big dreams and big plans

End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs

A single achiever

Can make a billion believers

Look at the children they're all willing and eager

Like when I was a kid I watched Jordan play

And dreamed of being up on the NBA court one day

Realized early that I didn't have it

That don't mean that there ain't people that took that stab at it

Like my man every day practice shooting baskets

Dreaming about playing for the magic or mavericks

High school star a 30 point a night average

4 year college starter alright average

Didn't get drafted

Still he could see the dream

Now he's 35 playing for some European team

Knees fucked up constantly throbbing

Now he's popping Oxycontin

And it's becoming a problem

Had to move back with his mom

And she want him to get a job

But he doesn't have any qualities they need

Can't put 3-man weave drills

Under specialty skills

More and more he eats pills

Prescription refills

He still sees that dream that vision and it haunts him

A voice inside his head and it taunts him

His mom thinking that he's on something

And she right

As he screams in the middle of the night

Stop fucking with me

Stop judging me

I just want to live comfortably

And I ain't talking about wealth

I'm talking about my brain

I'm talking about mental health

Stop fucking with me

Stop judging me

I look around and suddenly

I realize that there's nobody else

The only one judging me is myself

I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing...

I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing...

Shit, it's hard enough not to crack under the pressure of average expectations

Most of my heroes were drug addicts

So dream high and be prepared to fall really fucking far

Take a walk around the city

Tour L.A.

Listen to what addicted women on the corner say

Study their words many of them weren't born this way

Many moved here back in the day

Thinking that they'd be the next Dorris Day

There was role she was born to play

But somewhere she went astray

Some people crack on the day that disappointment comes

When they realize they ain't one of the annointed ones

She saw the vision

And she came here on a mission

Audition after audition

But she never caught a glimpse

Of success and then she got older

And the industry disowned

Told herself that it was over

Now she never ever sober

And it drove her to the point

She can't control her own emotions or addictions

But she still sees the vision when she's dreaming

A voice in her head like a demon

And she on sunset at the bus stop screaming

Stop fucking with me

Stop judging me

I just want to live comfortably

And I ain't talking about wealth

I'm talking about my brain

I'm talking about mental health

Stop fucking with me

Stop judging me

I look around and suddenly

I realize that there's nobody else

The only one judging me is myself

But, stop fucking with me