I got the Dolphin mind

I see one thing man and then I dive

Memories Overcrowded

I see colour in other light

I dig my grave with my tongue

When I talk about love and the things I’ve done

A century of sadness in me

And I’m tired of existing

I self-medicate to cope with change

They’re shoving all these drugs down the mouths of everyone my age

I miss the days I’d press on

Tattoos wrapped around bubble gum

Identity on the run

I can smell the red bullets in my cap gun

I got a tendency to people-please

I couldn’t find self-respect in the dictionary

I’m always acting out of empathy

Switching my personality to fit in the room

Tick the box, and write your name

If you smoke on the job man and still get paid

Centrelink sobriety

Is just another lie to authority

My social battery’s under warranty

Could an attention span deficiency

Be Calling the shots

So what I self-medicate to cope with change

They’re shoving all these drugs in the mouths of everyone anyways

Everyone anyways