I Don't Stand For Anything
I don't stand for anything
So I'll die in the morning
I hear you talk about life
Like, how you think I should live
Like it isn't infinitely boring
Yeah, you talk my ears off
Train my eardrums to be less sensitive
My cochlea isn't bunched
You don't know how I balance my shit
Get the fuck away from me
Everything you say is like a press tour
You are selling a book
That your best friend wouldn't read
With the eyes of his enemy
The everyman isn't checking for you
He isn't checking for me
But I don't give a fuck
I don't have instructions on stress
Or how to give it up
I don't have directions to heaven
I know I sin enough
If people wanna get fucked up and live it up
Let people get fucked up
Maybe they'll give it up
Or maybe they'll die, so what?
What makes you think you know better
Than me or he or she about fulfilment?
Have you lived this life thrice,
Left the building twice?
Even if you died ten times and came back
The only relevant question is
How you haven't snapped yet
I question the appearance of your sanity and calmness
You carry yourself impeccably
Most of us only hope to carry ourselves well
Are you tryinna' make me feel bad
With management skills?
I smell the up-sell on your overly eloquent breath
28 – you a priest of peace?
Let me guess
You go to the gym with a guerrilla pod
Know the best downlight spots
Where the mirrors are
Measure your progression
By the number of indolent hearts
You mistake and -
So I'll die in the morning
I hear you talk about life
Like, how you think I should live
Like it isn't infinitely boring
Yeah, you talk my ears off
Train my eardrums to be less sensitive
My cochlea isn't bunched
You don't know how I balance my shit
Get the fuck away from me
Everything you say is like a press tour
You are selling a book
That your best friend wouldn't read
With the eyes of his enemy
The everyman isn't checking for you
He isn't checking for me
But I don't give a fuck
I don't have instructions on stress
Or how to give it up
I don't have directions to heaven
I know I sin enough
If people wanna get fucked up and live it up
Let people get fucked up
Maybe they'll give it up
Or maybe they'll die, so what?
What makes you think you know better
Than me or he or she about fulfilment?
Have you lived this life thrice,
Left the building twice?
Even if you died ten times and came back
The only relevant question is
How you haven't snapped yet
I question the appearance of your sanity and calmness
You carry yourself impeccably
Most of us only hope to carry ourselves well
Are you tryinna' make me feel bad
With management skills?
I smell the up-sell on your overly eloquent breath
28 – you a priest of peace?
Let me guess
You go to the gym with a guerrilla pod
Know the best downlight spots
Where the mirrors are
Measure your progression
By the number of indolent hearts
You mistake and -
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