I'mbalanced
Well I'm a casualty
Just another mouth to feed
Hate everything surrounding me and all the trendy things I see
Blame it on society
Reservation of sobriety
Embrace androgyny
I wanna live constructively
But I'm my fucking enemy
Brain not even capable of smoking weed
It triggers the anxiety suggesting that it's me who hates me
So I drink moderately
Until it's every hour and I quit for a week
Call up a therapist but not show up to meet
But I'm still driving
I always regret all the shit that I said
Am I out of my head for lack of better words?
I tend to invest all the time I can spend
In divulging myself in masochistic affairs
Well I'm gleaming on the surface
I'm not portraying self destruction
Hope I'm not getting there
At least I think I serve some purpose
If I'm hungry I'll be safe from losing character
A soul that's died, body alive
Closet grey kid can't pay the rent
Making art is not a job
I'm not respected
I always regret all the shit that I said
Am I out of my head for lack of better words?
I tend to invest all the time I can spend
In divulging myself in masochistic affairs
How come I never act clearly
When I can see visions vividly
My gut runs through my ears regularly
Chemical standing leads to orchestrating my demise
I always regret all the shit that I said
Am I out of my head for lack of better words?
I tend to invest all the time I can spend
In divulging myself in masochistic affairs
Just another mouth to feed
Hate everything surrounding me and all the trendy things I see
Blame it on society
Reservation of sobriety
Embrace androgyny
I wanna live constructively
But I'm my fucking enemy
Brain not even capable of smoking weed
It triggers the anxiety suggesting that it's me who hates me
So I drink moderately
Until it's every hour and I quit for a week
Call up a therapist but not show up to meet
But I'm still driving
I always regret all the shit that I said
Am I out of my head for lack of better words?
I tend to invest all the time I can spend
In divulging myself in masochistic affairs
Well I'm gleaming on the surface
I'm not portraying self destruction
Hope I'm not getting there
At least I think I serve some purpose
If I'm hungry I'll be safe from losing character
A soul that's died, body alive
Closet grey kid can't pay the rent
Making art is not a job
I'm not respected
I always regret all the shit that I said
Am I out of my head for lack of better words?
I tend to invest all the time I can spend
In divulging myself in masochistic affairs
How come I never act clearly
When I can see visions vividly
My gut runs through my ears regularly
Chemical standing leads to orchestrating my demise
I always regret all the shit that I said
Am I out of my head for lack of better words?
I tend to invest all the time I can spend
In divulging myself in masochistic affairs
Credits
Writer(s): Mikey O'toole
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