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letra de the notes of a self-loathing misanthrope - naphillow

[verse 1]
i missed the ship to success;
my green light’s come to pass
how long until this old train
leads me into a crash?
i firmed my grip on the sand
but nothing gold can last
a trophy’s lost in a memory
i’ll never get back

[refrain]
so tell me brother, what the h-ll should i do?
i think i’ll run away and leave behind the life that i knew
i’ll play the fool, seeking comfort in a path i can’t choose
seems more ideal than the thought of dying at 22
so won’t you tell me what to do?

please-

[chorus]
rid me of my excuses;
comprehending such complexities
will surely be the death of me
break what makes me cognitive
so every sewn soliloquy
won’t pr-ck my thumbs and knees
no way will i abide;
if i conform to such normality, i’ll question my morality
revoke me of my license
to be a h0m-sapien, ‘cuz everything is caving in
[verse 2]
my neurons tangled and now
my psyche’s rearranged
theres a dichotomy ‘tween
me and the kids my age
one day they’ll find a resolve
to k!ll a mockingjay
was it for this did the sun
wake up the earth’s clay?

[refrain]
“all your problems can be solved with a smile
stand up straight, just you wait, you’ll walk on cinnamon tiles”
a brand new style, 20 words i’ve got displayed in an aisle
“oh, can’t you throw away the yesterdays just once in a while?
return that springtime sunny smile”

just-

[chorus]
rid me of my excuses;
comprehending such complexities
will surely be the death of me
break what makes me cognitive
so every sewn soliloquy
won’t pr-ck my thumbs and knees
no way will i abide;
if i conform to such normality, i’ll question my morality
revoke me of my license
to be a h0m-sapien, ’cuz everything is caving in
[bridge]
stop, drop, and roll
so it goes
even so
we know the fire won’t reach respite

it feeds
on the t–th
of the beasts that are tethered to a thousand stalagmites

circumvent
then be left double-bent
knees a-knocking
from the sunset’s sick of sin

professor, can’t you get me out of where i’m in?
oh where do i begin?

[pre-chorus]
fix me up a new mind
a new cerebrum that won’t hinder me by heightened sensitivity

say their eyes aren’t on mine
oh what a kind of comedy
the f-ck is wrong with me?
[chorus]
rid me of my excuses;
comprehending such complexities
will surely be the death of me
break what makes me cognitive
so every sewn soliloquy
won’t pr-ck my thumbs and knees
no way will i abide;
if i conform to such normality, i’ll question my morality
revoke me of my license
to be a h0m-sapien, ‘cuz everything is caving in

- naphillow

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