I love you, I hate you, I'm on the fence, it all depends Whether I'm up or down I'm on the mend, transcending all reality I like you, despise you, admire you What are we gonna do when everything all falls through? I must confess, I've made a mess of what should be a small success But I digress, at least I've tried my very best, I guess This, that, the other, why even bother? It won't be with me on my deathbed but I'll still be in your head
Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint you Tell me I'm exceptional, I promise to exploit you Give me all your money, and I'll make some origami, honey I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
My internal monologue is saturated analog It's scratched and drifting, I've become attached to the idea It's all a shifting dream, bittersweet philosophy I've got no idea how I even got here I'm resentful, I'm having an existential time crisis Want bliss Daylight savings won't fix this mess Under-worked and over-sexed I must express my disinterest The rats are back inside my head what would freud have said?
Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint you Tell me I'm exceptional, I promise to exploit you Give me all your money and I'll make some origami, honey I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
I wanna wash out my head with turpentine, cyanide I decide this internal diatribe When I try to catch you right, I hate seeing you cry In the kitchen, I don't know why it affects me like this When you're not even mine to consider Erroneous, harmonious, I'm hardly sanctimonious Dirty clothes, I suppose we all outgrow ourselves I'm a fake, I'm a phony, I'm awake, I'm alone I'm homely, I'm a scorpio
Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint you Tell me I'm exceptional, I promise to exploit you Give me all your money and I'll make some origami, honey I think you're a joke, but I don't find you very funny
Compositor: Courtney Melba Barnett (Courtney Barnett) ECAD: Obra #15521716 Fonograma #12632528