Gone Fishing

[Verse]
I place my lips on the coated honey flute
Saunter round the room, I exist to boast my tunes
A most aloof Buffoon that retreats into cocoons
They call the eggshell studio, it's really just their room
A gifted empath that is blind to their heirlooms
That shudders in the evening because time is a weird soup
Mixology with rock kings in their beige suits
Always saying "yes" without attempts to be careful
Some days they can't help but just mail it in
Sun grimaces, mood as bad as Andy Hamilton
Moon gives a shrug, even she is perplexed
The mind is at war so the mind is a mess
I guess, they take with each coming step
An acknowledgment of grief with no life after death
Look up to the sky don't make a fuss, it's all pish posh
If pork chops were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs

[Hook]
I have too much to say, I wish that I didn't
All these boundaries that I make, a collage of my sickness
I slam the cell on myself the warden of my own prison
Carved in the forehead "gone fishing"
I never say what I need too, I wish I would speak
So the loved ones around me would know what I could need
To climb out of this well that's been stitched into my skin
Carved in the forearm "gone fishing"

[Verse]
I try not to vomit these brand new Oreos
Bought by an NB in a van, by the gory coast
I ate them out of boredom, sprinkle no self regard
Chell with the portals, in one end, gone out like kali ma
I know it's gross, crippled missions with a chronic illness
They told my grandpa it could be worse and it wouldn't kill him
The Spiegal stomach legendary in some NY districts
Gotta belly laugh through a somber existence
I often weep about my physical restrictions
Weep meaning gritted teeth and stared into the distance
My knuckles still bleed, self harm is an addiction
Kick the habit, kick the bucket, you pick the mission
Progressively learning how to be selfish
In the right ways that can lead to a healthy life
Make it past 30, right now? I am hell bent
Tomorrow my opinion may change, and that's alright
Jack, play us out

[Hook]
I have too much to say, I wish that I didn't
All these boundaries that I make, a collage of my sickness
I slam the cell on myself the warden of my own prison
Carved in the forehead "gone fishing"
I never say what I need too, I wish I would speak
So the loved ones around me would know what I could need
To climb out of this well that's been stitched into my skin
Carved in the forearm "gone fishing"

[Outro]
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you can see me, If you can see me
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you can see me, If you can see me