Why can't I learn to be much better?
I can't find my veins
This uniform I'm feeling
Of pomp and uncertainty
There's tin leaf pickers
In fields with all their lurid jeans
Their days are numbered
To sell out their magic beans
Why is it like this?
I'm terrified
Everybody has their own disguise
Cycle after cycle
All my friends dying, It's just bad timing
Look at you showing all your hearts
Before the poker game
Wish I could speak my mind
I don't even know how to play
You think I cannot count
On problematic subtlety
I just hope you can see
Through all my cryptic lyricsy
Why is it like this?
I'm terrified
Everybody has their own disguise
Cycle after cycle
All my friends dying, It's just bad timing
I'm not trying to blame you
I just can't inhale through
This paper bag I'll make due
A butchered act of playing cool
I'm not trying to blame you
I just can't inhale through
This paper bag I'll make due
A butchered act of playing cool
I'm not trying to blame you
I just can't inhale through
This paper bag I'll make due
A butchered act of playing cool
I'm not trying to blame you
I just can't inhale through
This paper bag I'll make due
A butchered act of playing cool
I'm not trying to blame you (Why is it like this?)
I just can't inhale through (I'm terrified)
This paper bag I'll make due (Everybody has their)
A butchered act of playing cool (Own disguise)
I'm not trying to blame you (Cycle after)
I just can't inhale through (Cycle)
This paper bag I'll make due (All my friends dying)
A butchered act of playing cool (It's just bad timing)