Measurement Foolishness

I'm the only person in the room who agrees with what I think
So I burn the bridge walk away enjoy watching it sink
I leave the room but hear them in there giving me the roast
I guess at the end of the day I'm still singin' to the ghosts
A big dark cloud overhead, did ya notice?
It's in your eyes when you crack your jokes, you must focus
Dive into the art, keep your eye on the opus
Usually hope involves conquering feeling hopeless
Drink in past genius think, and then grow it
Drink in a bunch more until it pours from your sores
Day after you fail is when you might truly blow it
You don't know what you don't know until you know it

I'm stuck on the manic, fuck all the panic
Unfiltered thoughts read, regret it's been said
Notes from the humble they watch as I stumble
Cause the person filter is jammed off kilter
Social anxiety nucleus spout
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Verbally dribble around like a spider
Stressed that my knowledge doesn't stretch wider
Headphones in, chunky zen
Delete some ideas that don't play nicer
Then put em back in to hang on to that doubt
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Flutter around in lyrical curses
Littering trash all over the verses
Can't be unread, regret it's been said
Then sometimes feel the liberation
Of the crumbling bridge and indignation
I should stick to my zone and just dance it out
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out
Shouldn't open my mouth lest monsters fall out

I'm the only person in the room who agrees with what I think
So I burn the bridge to ashes in the water that you drink
Now I've moved on to the next step, my feet pound the ground
Feels like you're right there beside me but there's no one else around
In the cemetery, that's where I can breathe in the rain with spliff in hand
I elevate my thoughts and nerd out on numerology
What do the spirits say? Playing to them every time
Until I float up and away within the magick of the rhyme
Writing until it's no longer righteous, writing it in vain
Writing until it's not longer righteous, lyrics in my veins
Handsome bits I entertain I don't explain
Sometimes I'm praying it
And some folks think I'm actually insane after I'm saying it
I'm the only person in the room who agrees with what I think
So I burn the bridge, walk away without watching it sink
I leave the room but hear them in there giving me the roast
I guess at the end of the day I'm still singin' to the ghosts.