New Couch Party - Ice Cream Parlor

All the sleep I've lost for nothing
In between events I'm bluffing
Self-annoyed enough to harbor
Grudges, narcissistic martyr

Predators indecisive of prey
Great indecisions will be made today
People who live to play dead on display
Asking will I help out, I may not or I may
I'm knotted up strings never tugged hard enough
I'm fueling the habits that futures rebuff
I wish that my body could just be my son
I am an incomplete set of ideas and I want you to treat me like one

Expectation's all that hurts us
Stuck with chemical inertia
Do you love yourself, your patterns
Does it even really matter?

Brain drainage systems, idea dumping grounds
My attitude's litter and home to a mound
Sleep deprivation for nothing profound
And yelling while driving since no one's around
I don't mean to make you a question of thirst
But life fabricated cannot be reversed
And since I've been stuck on achieving the worst
Just take on the role of whatever comes first
I cannot keep track of all my mistakes
Like heavy cement they just accumulate
Split personalities will not commit
As far as survival and names are concerned they can tell you I don't deserve shit

Written by:
Jesse McIntosh

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