Pros & Cons

I've been feeding my arrogance
A shot in the arm for my confidence
But now I think I'm bigger than all of this
I missed the fact I'm a miscreant
I've been feeding my laziness
My laundry's stacked and I'm sick of it
I feel like I'm just too tired to exist
I really thought some sleep would make things click
I am too scared to take a leap
I want a masterpiece, but it just seems cheap
I feel so small and I'm in the nosebleeds
I thought I had wings, but I'm falling free
I'll be building a busy streak
Training for that typically toned technique
A schedule, journal, plan I gotta keep
I forgot that I needed some beauty sleep

Pro! Con! Pro! Con!

Pro! I can squeeze in my point because I talk fast
Con! You don't understand so I have to take a step back
Pro! I'm really into some self reflection
Con! I'm a harsh critic, a curator of depression
I know that it seems to be a lot of inconsistency
And who I am is who I'll be, except, you'll see, when I'm being me
Pro! I like to look at the glass and say it's half full
Con! I'm clumsy, I spilled it, it's empty
Cool

I'm inspired, but I'm tired
I look fresh but I'm expired
I'm hard-wired as required
But my wires are on fire
I admired all the liars
They conspired then retired
But for me it all backfired
No flowers, only briars
And so maybe I'm just crazy
More a baby than I'm eighty
Might be flaky, sometimes shady
I lack safety when I'm hasty
But I'm growing greatly lately
Maybe someone'll even date me
They be hatin' me when they see me in Carnegie... maybe?

Pro! Con! Pro! Con!

Pro! I can squeeze in my point because I talk fast
Con! You don't understand so I have to take a step back
Pro! I'm really into some self reflection
Con! I'm a harsh critic, a curator of depression
I know that it seems to be a lot of inconsistency
And who I am is who I'll be, except, you'll see, when I'm being me
Pro! I like to look at the glass and say it's half full
Con! I'm clumsy, I spilled it, it's empty
Cool

I said I'd let go, but I'm holding on
Running too fast in this marathon
Thought I had cash, but I'm overdrawn
You're still here

I said I'd let go, but I'm holding on
Running too fast in this marathon
Thought I had cash, but I'm overdrawn
You're still here

I said I'd let go, but I'm holding on
Running too fast in this marathon
Thought I had cash, but I'm overdrawn
You're still here

I can squeeze in my point because I talk fast
You don't understand so I have to take a step back
I'm really into some self reflection
I'm a harsh critic, a curator of depression
I know that it seems to be a lot of inconsistency
And who I am is who I'll be, except, you'll see, when I'm being me
I like to look at the glass and say it's half full
I'm clumsy, I spilled it, it's empty
Cool



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