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My breakfast was straight out the medicine cabinet |
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a remedy for the aftermath of my habits |
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sometimes it's the ones who try to help |
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that hurt the most |
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I feel like we're playing tug of war and I'm the rope |
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and I'm stretched to the limit |
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but you keep on pulling |
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and I'm gunna lose my goddamn mind, I'm gunna lose my mind |
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I want to hide away in the back of a cave |
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at the top of a mountain |
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where no one can hear me and no one can see me |
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so I don't have to deal with them |
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and they don't have to deal with me |
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Cause relationships are overrated |
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maybe I'm just tired and jaded |
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but I'm sorry I just like myself more than I like you |
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So call me anit-social call it masterbation |
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Either way it's a solo operation |
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I'm just far more comfortable alone |
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It appears that apathy |
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has gotten the best of me |
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cause I'm so tired of you talking my ear off |
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about all your problems I just can't fix |
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I don't appreciate this unwanted company |
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and your constant chatter |
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reminds me why I'd rather you leave me be |
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So call me anit-social call it masterbation |
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Either way it's a solo operation |
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I'm just far more comfortable alone |
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Cause people are ugly and people are hateful |
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distructive and greedy |
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we're proud and ungrateful |
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the world would be so much better off without us |
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So swallow a bullet |
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or a handful of pills |
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we're all compost in training |
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and there's graves left to fill |
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we distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes |
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we distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes |
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It seems that everybody's always got a bone to pick |
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a promise to break, never again will I make that miskate |
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Of trusting anyone |
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trusting anyone |
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trusting anyone |
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This is my misanthropic confession |
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human being are a waste of breath and |
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don't think I excuse myself |
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I'm an asshole just like you |
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My breakfast was straight out the medicine cabinet. |
