I’ll Help Myself, but I’ll Feel Sorry for You

My lies in my head
Might have some truth to them
I’ll stay in my bed
I think I’m too human

Blow trees til I blow my top
Alcohol to remove my flaws
That get
Exaggerated by my lack of wherewithal

Another sign that I won’t really heed, I
Can’t really move because I cannot see, my
Door open wide but I’m unappreciative
A spoiled little fuck who can’t relate in
A world thats way too complicated

Post-truth
All my friends are a mess
We live on the internet
I’ll help myself but I’ll feel sorry for you
Fake news
Water was never wet
The pain is all in your head
Your outfit means you must have wanted him too

Push me if I’m out of line
I need to put in the time
Pawn the watch and repeat
Four years to manage the dream

I’m just a boy with a plan
Nobody knows who I am
Hurl your stones at my sticks
We’ll yield progress to the dicks

Do it all myself
If my friends leave
I don’t care
I cannot afford
To waste time
On an empty chair

Post-truth
All my friends are a mess
We live on the internet
I’ll help myself but I’ll feel sorry for you
Fake news
Water was never wet
The pain is all in your head
Your outfit means you must have wanted him too

Post-truth
All my friends are a mess
We live on the internet
I’ll help myself but I’ll feel sorry for you
Fake news
Water was never wet
The pain is all in your head
Your outfit means you must have wanted him too