Delicious cheesesticks. (Maroney.)

[Verse 1]
This is how depression starts: Swiftly; without warning
I’m still mourning things yet to happen
All because I made of mess of napkins; mortal sin
This portal ends somewhere between the lion’s den and the magic cupboard he’s in
I left my courage in an imaginary place
I ask each day what more is in store
I’m scared, I’m indoors, I want no part of this
I smell a foul stench in the air, where’s Artemis
Pardon this pensiveness plus this persistent irrational distrust of cardigans
I’m guarded no matter the position the card is in
Wary of the face-downs
This isn’t trap
You don’t know what to say now, dummy pants, so you throw your thinking hat high up... and Shmoney Dance

[Hook]
I understand, you’re not impressed, but you can keep that to yourself
Cause you can’t do what I do, if you think you can, go screw yourself
‘Cause that's just what I do
(You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free cause-)
That's just what I do
(You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free)
I understand, you’re not impressed, but you can keep that to yourself
Cause you can’t do what I do, if you think you can, go screw yourself
‘Cause that's just what I do
(You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free cause-)
Yeah, that's just what I do
(You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free)

[Verse 2]
Each song is BART graffiti; each line is a chalkboard gag
Each day my intelligence fades, so I write simpler things, and talk more bad
But I talk more, right, moron?
Add a social point to the sheet you keep score on
I’ll probably still "fail at life", but that phrase is stupid, and I made it useless, ‘cause I don’t live
And I barely exist
4chan lurking prepared me for this
But I’m bad at letting go, so I made two Horcruxes from an unmixed snare and a kick
I’m a corrupted kid with a slick tongue, but which one?
One has a poisonous parcel
Every day feels so hit and miss
Really, I should put faith on my Christmas list

[Hook]