Sybarites/Paper People
I shouldn't feel like this
I shouldn't look at you that way
I shouldn't bend to some pre-existing prejudice
Because you're already wasted
And I'm expected to say
What's the matter baby
What's been wrong with us recently
I'm not suggesting that we are together
We are not together
I know this isn't dancing
I'm just kicking my feet against the floor
But everyone says that they make sacrifices
So I will stay at this stupid club
Even though I hate it so god damn much
Hold my face
Get better, get better
I want, I gotta get away
I'm not sick enough
To get better, get better
What if things are never gonna change
I hate the way you light up
Every time you see a Basquiat
As if it's some kind of infra-culture
To pronounce his name like that
I hate the way I hate that
I don't wanna flinch at the sight of crowds
Because I know that you're right to be happy
And you're doing all this for me
I thought I was playing the hero
I don't even know what that means
Hold my face
Get better, get better
I want, I gotta get away
I'm not sick enough
To get better, get better
What if things are never gonna change
Hey Bullet Eater
Leave those paper people be
Whoever told you you could do what you want
Hey Bullet Eater
Leave those paper people be
It's not your first time eating bullets
And someone's gotta tell you this
I made my mind up just today
To tear this wall down all the way
I asked these sybarites how they plead
To raise their hands and move with me
They danced like animals all night
They drank their fear and felt alright
I asked these sybarites how they felt
They laughed and fucked and danced with themselves
I'm kind of terrified of you (I gave all I had)
Could you please just go away (I gave all I had)
You make me feel like throwing up (To you now)
I can't remember you this way (To you now)
If reality's forsaken me
Then where am I to turn
Today I am a movie star
Tomorrow I will burn
So I can pin the blame on sybarites
They must be worse than me
At best I am a hypocrite
And at worst I'm gonna live my dream
I am a disgusting person
Hold my face
Get better, get better
I want, I gotta get away
I'm not sick enough
To get better, get better
What if things are never gonna change
I shouldn't look at you that way
I shouldn't bend to some pre-existing prejudice
Because you're already wasted
And I'm expected to say
What's the matter baby
What's been wrong with us recently
I'm not suggesting that we are together
We are not together
I know this isn't dancing
I'm just kicking my feet against the floor
But everyone says that they make sacrifices
So I will stay at this stupid club
Even though I hate it so god damn much
Hold my face
Get better, get better
I want, I gotta get away
I'm not sick enough
To get better, get better
What if things are never gonna change
I hate the way you light up
Every time you see a Basquiat
As if it's some kind of infra-culture
To pronounce his name like that
I hate the way I hate that
I don't wanna flinch at the sight of crowds
Because I know that you're right to be happy
And you're doing all this for me
I thought I was playing the hero
I don't even know what that means
Hold my face
Get better, get better
I want, I gotta get away
I'm not sick enough
To get better, get better
What if things are never gonna change
Hey Bullet Eater
Leave those paper people be
Whoever told you you could do what you want
Hey Bullet Eater
Leave those paper people be
It's not your first time eating bullets
And someone's gotta tell you this
I made my mind up just today
To tear this wall down all the way
I asked these sybarites how they plead
To raise their hands and move with me
They danced like animals all night
They drank their fear and felt alright
I asked these sybarites how they felt
They laughed and fucked and danced with themselves
I'm kind of terrified of you (I gave all I had)
Could you please just go away (I gave all I had)
You make me feel like throwing up (To you now)
I can't remember you this way (To you now)
If reality's forsaken me
Then where am I to turn
Today I am a movie star
Tomorrow I will burn
So I can pin the blame on sybarites
They must be worse than me
At best I am a hypocrite
And at worst I'm gonna live my dream
I am a disgusting person
Hold my face
Get better, get better
I want, I gotta get away
I'm not sick enough
To get better, get better
What if things are never gonna change
Credits
Writer(s): Joe O Brien
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