Messy

GOOD GRIEF

I WAKE UP W/
SPIDERBITES ON MY ARMS BUT IM STILL NOTHING SPECIAL SOMETHING ABOUT MY OLD HABITS
NEEDA KEEP MY DUSTY PSYCHE LEVELED
ILL TAKE WHACK BALLADS OVER FLACK JACKETS
SMELLING LIKE MY ROOMMATES
WHILE THEY ROLLED UP, PUFFED, I PASSED ON THAT

Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker
Im tight rope dancing
Hiding from that ugly thing seen in my pictures
Got butterfingers and jitters
I was born w/ clammy hands

BUT ILL SCRIBBLE UP SOME PEARLS
STACK A COUPLE PLATINUM PLAQUES
PAY MY SISTERS FULLERTON TUITION
BUY THAT MODEL 3 FOR MY DAD
IM NOT SHIT BUT AT LEAST I CAN ADMIT THAT IVE BEEN WORKING ON IT

I got a chip on my shoulder
I turned my back on my brothers
Used their faces as stepping stones
Ashes of incense, roaches float across our carpet stained home
Cut rows of my teeth with their bones

I CANT KEEP LASHING OUT EVERY TIME THAT I FEEL READ
I CANT HIDE FROM THE OUTCOMES BY CLAIMING THAT IM
DEPRESSED
I CANT KEEP LASHING OUT EVERY TIME THAT I FEEL RED
I CANT HIDE FROM THE OUTCOMES BY CLAIMING THAT IM
DEPRESSED

I dont wanna be sad anymore