breathe in, breathe out. take a seat, calm down.

mother, should I build the wall?

monotone i can't listen no more trying to pay attention pointless I don't need your false knowledge, random compositions x, y, numbers and such I won't be using this shit much I'm lost, out of place I feel like a mental case soon I'll be paying bills cashing checks paying rent but you decided not to teach me how to do anything like that

bitter reality pin your pictures to the wall take a few steps back, you don't like it at all look at those famous faces who give you happiness. long gone. dead. emptiness. you don't know them, but you want to. you don't love them, but you think you do. you won't meet them, and you know it's true. the music they made got you through the worst of your day. told you it's alright, even said goodnight. you can dream and you can wish but in the end, no one gives a shit.

don't you think it's kind of strange we're all insane?