Look What I Did To Me
Man I hate I'm everything
That I hate about others
But likewise I lie and reside
Inside my creature comforts
Plan's to die young
But as late as possible
Valuable things
Weren't intended to be collectible
Either in a constant deprivation
Or constant fight for fulfillment
Yet people say that's life
And have a fuck ton of children
Misinterpret your desires
As something to praise
Nothing personal
Just choosing different things to raise
But what's the cost of it
Just another lost kid
And if he wakes his face
Is in that faucet
Frail and looking jaundice
Rarely ever conscious
Tell me how afraid does
The face on your mom get
I burnt the bridges behind me
Along with the ones in front
And I can come up with reasons
For whatever I think I must
And they're probably not
The reasons that I did what I had done
Maybe reason wasn't built
For what the fuck we've become
How'd this lossy DNA
Mutate from cosmic star dust
Who's dreams and aspirations
Were never propped that far up
Evolved from generations
Of black tarred lungs
With enough privilege to make
Self deprecating bars tough
Fifth of vodka in my back pocket
And blade I got from Occam
'Bout to get to the bottom
Of what is under rock bottom
Bet a dollar you already found where it stops
Got five on it there's more rocks
That I hate about others
But likewise I lie and reside
Inside my creature comforts
Plan's to die young
But as late as possible
Valuable things
Weren't intended to be collectible
Either in a constant deprivation
Or constant fight for fulfillment
Yet people say that's life
And have a fuck ton of children
Misinterpret your desires
As something to praise
Nothing personal
Just choosing different things to raise
But what's the cost of it
Just another lost kid
And if he wakes his face
Is in that faucet
Frail and looking jaundice
Rarely ever conscious
Tell me how afraid does
The face on your mom get
I burnt the bridges behind me
Along with the ones in front
And I can come up with reasons
For whatever I think I must
And they're probably not
The reasons that I did what I had done
Maybe reason wasn't built
For what the fuck we've become
How'd this lossy DNA
Mutate from cosmic star dust
Who's dreams and aspirations
Were never propped that far up
Evolved from generations
Of black tarred lungs
With enough privilege to make
Self deprecating bars tough
Fifth of vodka in my back pocket
And blade I got from Occam
'Bout to get to the bottom
Of what is under rock bottom
Bet a dollar you already found where it stops
Got five on it there's more rocks
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Wilson
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