And it’s the constant thought
That I’m not good enough
That any second now would be the perfect time to die
That I can’t make you happy
Whenever I’m not happy
Sometimes it’s the weakest man
Who doesn’t dare to cry
I’d be lying if I told you
That I’m never scared to death
That I’m never second rate
Or even close to second best
First things first, I don’t hate myself
I just hate the current state
My mind constantly reiterates
Constantly reiterates
It’s preferred to self deprecate these days
And are you not entertained?
You pay to see me croon on stage
Whine and yell about my darker days
Are you not at all enthralled?
Can’t you see I have the gall
To claim I fucking know it all
Call me out on things once or twice
Make me pay the goddamn price
Prove to me, pride comes before the fall
Seasonally affected
Is when my writing’s most effective
Even though I rarely opt to leave my bed
Caffeinated consciousness
Fermented obnoxiousness
Sedating any dark thought in my head
Well here we are two years down the road
I’m still scared of telephones
Counting blessings, and sacrifices made
So pack up the car, let’s hit the road
We all somewhere to go
Mine’s to wherever I won’t feel ashamed
And are you not entertained?
You pay to see me croon on stage
Whine and yell about my darker days
Are you not at all enthralled?
Can’t you see I have the gall
To claim I fucking know it all
Call me out on things once or twice
Make me pay the goddamn price
Prove to me, pride comes before the fall
(The fall)