The Popular Loner

Staring at the ceiling, getting swallowed by this feeling
That I'm constantly revealing all the things I should be healing
I don't know how I'm dealing, I'm just out here fucking squealing
Putting my heart on tracks, wanna take shit back
But I can't do that, so shit run it back

Wrecking my brain as though it was train
When I start to lose track of things that keep me sane
What the fuck am I saying? We really aren't the same
When I'm spitting nonsense you'll think that I'm insane
I'm typically the one that's always higher than the plane
Above first class, so I fly without a pass
Tell them other passenger I said to kiss my ass
Don't pretend to care what's wrong, all you had to do was ask

I'm the popular loner, that turned to a stoner
But now that I'm sober, euphoria's over
I'm back in my head, chicks back in my bed
They keeping me occupy until I'm dead
The popular loner, don turned to a stoner
But now that he's sober, euphoria's over
We're all in his head, his ego is dead
And he has to live with the things that he said

Emptied and hollowed, disguised by bravado
There's nothing to prove, but that ain't his motto
He moves with intentions of showing creation
But self-contemplation just brings hesitations
Feeling too much, and not feeling enough
It's a crippling cycle, this shit can get tough
Up, and then down, and then right back around
In his thoughts he might drown, to the deafening sound
Or what if he's crazy?
Brilliant, but lazy, his mind can get hazy
But still he's amazing, a son full of talent, creatively blazing
Showing the light, but still swallowed by fright
That he ain't doing right in his family's sight
Living his dream, at what cost to things?
Relationships crumble, and then his wellbeing

I'm the popular loner, that turned to a stoner
But now that I'm sober, euphoria's over
I'm back in my head, chicks back in my bed
They keeping me occupy until I'm dead
The popular loner, don turned to a stoner
But now that he's sober, euphoria's over
We're all in his head, his ego is dead
And he has to live with the things that he said

I concentrate and meditate, it's better than to medicate
But either way I contemplate on things I wish to modulate
Even though it's way to late, I'm hoping still to share a plate
With the ones I've wronged, maybe sometime at later date
Or just reiterate, I' m not meaning to irritate
I'm just a little lost on my journey to them pearly gates
But I'm a nuisance for putting in my two cents
I've said enough, so I'm chucking up the deuces