We are all almost always
Waiting for somethin'
Rarely do I realize
The true quality of the now
Eventually it gets choppy
And chalked up to nothin'
So the thought becomes a page
Then it's something to say
Or sing
Whatever
Okay
It somehow helps to think
Nobody gives a fuck
Maybe that makes it feel
More genuine to me?
Maybe it's the shithole
Where I grew up?
And still seem to be
But I've found some beauty
In all things absent of humanity
, chorus, verse, chorus
Now we're at the end
Just kinda seems to be
The way she fuckin' went
All this fourth wall bullshit
If you're a fan then
You're a friend
I don't need all that attention
I'm just some musician
