Year-old nostalgia
Is taking its toll
Admit there are some things
That you can’t control

Your curls are orange
My curls are blue
Get off your high horse
The lizard was you all along

Don't give me rules
Don't give me restrictions
Just give me the tools
To tame my addictions

I've got what I came for
But is it enough?
I've got the money
If you've got the stuff

Posters and toasters and memories aside
There's been quite a lot that I've been denied
Nobody's left, but everyone's gone
Still time on the clock; might as well carry on

And there is nothing that I can do
But wish for difference and wish I knew
Why I'm to people what I'm to you:
Something to gawk at with human being residue

I shouldn't complain
I've seen the strange and I've seen the mundane
And I know which to choose when I'm given a choice
And I just stole your mind; why've you gone and

Stolen my voice
Stolen my voice
Stolen my voice
...?

And there is nothing that I can do
But wish for difference and wish I knew
Why I'm to people what I'm to you:
Something to gawk at with human being residue

I'm not my friends or my room or the things on my wall
Was I a good thing or a bad thing or nothing at all?
I'm a loser, a liar, a pimp, and a whore
And I don't want to live on this planet anymore

I don't want to live on this planet anymore
Give me a reason to stay; I can't find any
I've seen so much and I know there's still more
You know common reality's just one of many

Human Being Residue

Nothing but Bold Statements and Speculations

You're getting all hung up; all hung up on imaginary problems. . .

Experimental Fuckery

No̶t pr̨odùci͜ng m͝uc̵h ̴the͞se d̴ay̡s.͢ L͟óoki͘ng͠ for ́ac̴o̢u͝stic͡ or ̷el̸ec҉tŕon̛iç co͝l̛l̕a͡bòr͢a̶t҉o͠rs w̴ìļl̢in̛g t̵o ̶moti̴v́át̕e̕ ́me͘.

Brite Lapse