I find myself disgusted
by all the things that I feel
jealousy of close friends
conceit greed and it's real
the emptiest pocket can still
have the fattest head
and the biggest fucking smile
always leaves me seeing red

It's so Warholian 15 minutes
and we're at the end
uninspired, broke, and feeling dumb
plug in and the songs already done
I'm so sick of shaking hands
and acting like I give a damn
telling some band how good they are
when I've never fucking
heard them before

fake bastards never impressed that much
I don't wanna schmooz like
a shit-eating fuck
making all the right friends
leaving the wrong ones behind
everyone just a rung on the ladder to climb
but I haven't been acting myself of late
started emulating everything I hate
when it started with
something I wanted to say
all started with something
I had to say

I’m fucking off and
never coming back again
sick of being told
how to act
pushed in directions I'm
not ready for
cuz I'm too naive to know the score
sing another stupid fucking song
no solution for anything wrong
drowning in my hypocripsy
a more than affordable luxury


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