I Make The Rules

Sitting here drinking my coffee
Sitting here eating my beans
I followed my dreams like a sucker
Now I don't know what it means

The years keep on rollin'
And the sun is crucified to the sky
I won't take death for an answer
And today is a good day to die

I bare my teeth in the mirror
Shake hands with another crackhead in the street
He says if I turn my back on him
He's gonna slice me
But he ain't got no shoes
On his feet

Do you think you can judge me?
Would it make you righteous
If your opinion turned out to be true?
Is the reason you're so much better than me
The fact that I'm no better than you?

Here's to anyone who's ever been beaten
So often, you wonder if you're cursed
Anyone who's ever compensated for their failure
By giving up, and making things worse

Spare me your kindness and your pity
Ain't nothin' sacred about my pain
I can still put a rat's nest
In your ribcage
I put broken glass in your brain

I put a pipe bomb in your voicemail
I put razorblades in your beer
I ain't deranged
But I might be a madman
I make the rules around here

©2013 Nathan Payne