Mantra

"Please stop tryin' to impress people who don't care about you" I repeat as a mantra I've known this wicked waltzer all too long It's the cycle I'm stuck on And I'm tryin' to be better, but I fall at every hurdle Please stop tryin' to find comfort in these sociopaths Their beauty is exclusively on the surface As they pull you side to side with all their drugs and who's who stories And fill that empty space from bein' a child Or somethin' like that Straddle these rusted wheels and pedal through the gridlock On this dry summer evenin', turn my phone off I'm not receivin' anything or anyone Just the sound of the empty caverns in my skull Self-loathin' will be cold if I rise above this lull