Validation, as a Rule (feat. Ethan Slater & Bethany Perkins)

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm the trouble The fly-down, snot-nosed loser of late It follows, yeah, it follows Oh, the past was fun, yeah, but stupid fun With flailing accidental success A time that feels so trivial in the rear-view And I didn't give a fuck What anybody said Oh, no, I didn't give a fuck About babes or brands or bread It was me, my Amy, and ego makes three But now I'm thirsty So thirsty And although jealousy's my fuel Validation, as a rule, is what I Crave me Oh yes, I crave me Won't someone praise me? (Won't someone praise him?) I'm so thirsty (Yeah, he's a thirsty bitch) Where am I now? In a losing game of solitaire with my self-esteem And embracing an emotional sine wave That's dipping too close to zero Fucking depression! I've been anxious since the tender age of Always But who cares, I'm gonna die young And I don't give a fuck Let 'em think what they will think You betcha, I don't give a fuck I'll just have another drink And fade Oh, I will fade away Oh my God! I'm so thirsty So thirsty And although jealousy's my fuel Validation, as a rule, is what I Crave me Oh yes, I crave me Won't someone praise me? (Won't someone praise him?) I'm so Hungry! It makes me risky Feel like a monkey Funky and frisky I need a win (win, win, win, win) You are a sick man With an angry heart You have black goo Where your blood had ought to start You are irrelevant You are irrelevant Be like the elephant Don't forget that Yet there's appeal in worthlessness The thrill of being betrayed by your fate The ultimate neglected prodigy Oh, but what is worse than anonymity? The negation of your negation It means your life was all but futile A death for the dead And yes, I give a fuck If people know my name Oh yeah, I guess I give a fuck About friends and fans and fame Is it so wrong to want to be screwed Just because you're a star? I'm so – Praise me (praise him) Praise me (praise him) Oh, you've got to, no, you've got to praise me Oh, praise me, praise me (praise him) Praise me, praise me (praise him) Oh, you've got to pat me! Rub me! And all that kind of talk But most of all, won't you tell me I rock! (Thirsty, so goddamn thirsty, so goddamn) (What a thirsty bitch)