I wanna be vegetarian
So I can show all my cool new friends
That I can stand for something big
And solid enough to stand on

I wanna be a silver thread
Attached to a thespian's giant head
Who masters the spoons like Willow Smith
So I can amount to something

I wanna say I'm new to this
But I've been played out like a compact disc
Now I think I've got it
Well, mostly the gist
Now it's losing its grip on me

I wanna be a sycophant
So I can wear out all the latest trends
'Til the bandwagon leaves me for dead
In the middle of fucking nowhere

I wanna say I've heard of this
But I've only heard a version of it
I think I've got most of the gist
Now it's tightening its grip on me
Now I'm steadily losing sleep

I wanna say I'm waking up
From a bad, bad dream about washing up
Bury every memory of speaking up
If you don't want to let your voice down

(Screaming)

I can break the pattern
I could make it better if I wanted
But I don't
Is that honest enough?

I think I'm starting to get it
At least starting to regret it
There's things and consequences manifesting now
And there's nothing I can do

How could I say I've had enough?
I'm a little worse for wear
One eye shut
My bloodshot, Rorschach corneas
Welling up with the blur I choked out

I think I'm starting to feel it
I'm guided by the wind
Of backlit deeds that I have done
Am I making it up?

I think I'm making it up
Am I making it all up?

(I was running fucking fast in the wrong direction)