I don't think that I could be any better than the

Way they perceive me, ah

I don't believe it

4, 5 tether my own feet to the ground, I can't be seated

Fuck it, I'ma breathe this

I need some sequence

My head feeling over and out

I steal the pieces

Put it back together, the sound was just a pretense

4, 5 tether to ground, the stance anemic

Lost my head up over the clouds while I was geekin'

I let my soul curl down to the deep

Oh, how can I compete when that boy's better than me?

It's obvious the methods are ephemeral

Please pick up a lonely message

Just a friend to appease

I guess I fucked up bad

Then never looked back

And I got things I regret

But never wasn't that

Tie a string, brew a spell

I'm under an attack

I hold a drink, wish you well

And sever my attraction to spend

I think I lost my spot on the roster

Was I an imposter?

Don't know, but the cost made my pockets hurt

Play the slot, let the rot burn

I fiend in the sheets for success

Why can't I be the best? It's like

Spend another damn week

Learning something I'll freak out about

Oh my God, is it something I seek out?

Without any prompt, rhyme or reason

Playing my scene, stage right, I'll be leaving

Fucked up bad and never looked back

And I got things I regret but never wasn't that

And now my whole body's spent

And I couldn't attend

My own breath pitch the depths, breaking sober attempts, fuck

I let my soul curl down to the deep

I lost all my friends 'cause they're better than me

So pick up a pen, write a stanza or three

Get big on the web and go back and retreat

I let my soul curl down to the deep

Oh, how can I compete when that boy's better than me?

It's obvious the methods are ephemeral

Please pick up a lonely message

Just a friend to appease

I guess I fucked up bad

Then never looked back

And I got things I regret

But never wasn't that

Tie a string, brew a spell

I'm under an attack

I hold a drink, wish you well

And hope that my reaction would end

I let my soul curl down to the deep

I lost all my friends 'cause they're better than me

So pick up a pen, write a stanza or three

Get big on the web and go back and retreat

I guess I fucked up bad

Then never looked back

And I got things I regret

But never wasn't that

String brew a spell

I'm under an attack

I hold a drink, wish you well

And sever my attraction to spend