A THEORY ON SELF-LOATHING Lyrics

I was ignoring the bad shit

I was gripping the bag but was cashless

Just caffeine and cigarette stashing

Cause I miss my chick miss the laughing

Giggle in past tense

Everything hard but pain breed the passion

Brash till I'm dead, my problems are passive

And I got my life by the neck

In two weeks I'll get sick of the stench

Cause I can't have peace to myself

I never get out of my head or out of my skin I'm scared of what's left

We paired in the sun

Apparently something was wrong, I was stunned

Caught by those eyes, the serpent was cut, a person was loved, a curse I could love

In cursive I wrote, a letter I burned

With bags on the curb, she cursing my name

Shorting my sternness, I hope I can serve

I'm sorry my eyes, they been trained to some

Gold no conductor my soul symbiotic with cold

Life I was living in darkness

With the monsters tripped over my carcass

Left home, now the boy feeling car sick

All alone, got no friends in LA

But lately my bones turned to cartilage, spineless

Admit that I'm feisty, outing my arson

Patience and patience till Benzes

Pacing the benzos

Pacing the cigs

I'm late to the formal, dressed in all black never followed a dress code

Walk with my head low talk with a forked tongue

Let them be light, let me pour some

Holding me down through the worst

Man sometimes it feel like they locked up the hearse

Provided no service, admired my curses

How do I curve the emotions that hurt

It served me no purpose, at least I could learn 'em

Hey Jonah it's your mom

Your phone's fucking not working its 10:15 call me love you bye