Diagnosis

Sometimes I have absolutely fucking nothing new to say

Arrange my face in concentration to not give myself away

To escape what's in my head, I default to the little death, but

That just made it worse instead 'cause now I'm late and still not dressed

Waiting for a day to dawn where I fit the suit I put on, and

I make everybody laugh, admire my wit and my ass

Get this stabbing in my chest like my lungs rather not find breath

When I think about all the steps I've got to climb before I'll rest

I think everything I do mostly boils down to craving you

To love me till I'm finally full, but what I need won't come from you

No one likes to be morose, your art is not a diagnosis

Keep my enemies the closest, got myself locked in full focus

Promised that I'd find a new muse 'cause the sad thing's overused, but

My whole shtick shticks to the truth, and I'm so good at counting bruises

Reading poetry to try and find creative ways to hide

I've said the same thing my whole life, I'm always scared, but not to die

I have nothing in my brain

I have nothing in my brain

I have nothing in my brain

I have nothing in my brain