Track 8 off of My Lovely Existential Crisis

lyrics:

faulty wiring and a couple screws loose
sad riddle of a man you can call him blues clues
giving up on everything - white flag - truce, truce
sipping on something strong mixed with the fruit juice
now look at this you’re a new you
shits legendary you can call it Mewtwo
curse my luck, something I’m immune to
a shift in perspective can change yr whole point of view
I can’t tell who is who
believing in myself is something I am not accustomed to
but who knew?
a little bit of effort can help you push through
it hurts to knew you
and I’ve been crashing like the market - check back in Q2,
I’ll act like John Q
I’m tired of asking
it’s time for pew pew,
shots fire at you, you,
and him and her too
and I was here for you help, now I’m here to hurt you,
and if you keep on eating shit I’ll go after Gertrude,
go down to room 2 and take out poor Bert too

move —
before I make you do it
gun to your head -
under the influence
every word I said
is something fucking stupid

doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter though
bull in a china shop or the matador?
thinking former when I’m probably the latter though
something about moving on feels unnatural
the damage is collateral
I kick myself every time the habits grow

take my skin, go ahead, peel it off
who am I, what am I, just a pawn?
just a human, just a person, just a dot?
these words, this song, my thoughts.

who is this for if no one who really listens?
I do this for me so it doesn’t make a difference
I feel a release as the lines become significant
suck the pain away, stick the needle in

welcome to my inner thoughts, this is it
P.O.S. - point of sale or piece of shit?
easily upset, wow what a cinch
got a closet full of skeletons with no more bones to pick

liver throbs still I want some shitty food
overwrought, always in a pissy mood
“so long” is what I wish I’d say to you
I could lie to myself but I can’t escape the truth

where’s the proof!?
I’m sifting through the pudding
spoiling my appetite
I couldn’t help from looking
checking up on you
even though I know I shouldn’t
am I searching for a handshake or just button pushing?

had it up to here
I’m glad you’re over there now
driving you crazy?
well I'm glad you’re on the way out
weighed down
way down
wait now
how long should it take to lift my head from the ground?
yeah I know I should of left without a sound
instead I hit my head as I went to turn around
batter batter swing another pitcher on the mound
aiming for a homer, I've been aiming at the crowd
little loner too stoned to leave his house
looking for some closure but there’s nothing to be found
I guess it might’ve just skipped outta town
I wouldn’t even know my head is always in the clouds
I can’t kick it, guess I’m never coming down
no matter what I do I just can't do without.

faulty wiring.

-[C.I]

All lyrics written and performed by:
Pablo "Completely Inadequate" Cuesta

Instrumental: “Da Art Of Storytellin' (Pt.1)" by Outkast
Produced by Mr. DJ

advisors for the film john q related a similar true incident where someone took an entire emergency room hostage after they would not provide immediate service to their infant son on new year's eve 1999, when they finally decided to exit the emergency room they were shot and killed and found to be carrying an unloaded pellet gun.

Faulty Wiring

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