Calathea - The Sick List Lyrics

He's a class act piece of shit
With a sense of humor that its
Just enough to get him by the crisis of his yesterday
He's paying rent with change
Tomorrow he'll have to find another way
So he goes home and tells himself a joke
Like
This is just the alibi the story's what i'm waiting on
Im the good guy, the plot has always got me wrong
His fantasy is drowning out all the lies
For a minute he feels fine

He's a say-but-never-do-preach-it kind of hypocrite
He looks you in the eyes with his fingers crossed behind his tongue
His lips pursed like a model, under the influence
Of anything that gets him by another night,
Another fight by himself in the corner of his mind
Beats himself to death with the words of his past
And his present aint pretty he'll dress it up with lipstick and blush
'Cause the futures always looking up

And he's a feel-bad-for-himself- stupid f*cking narcissist
Who thinks he's too good for any of your politics
Except when his own opinions being challenged by
Any bystander or anybody else's god
He'll miss mass for a headache, hungover all day
Into the night when he starts it all over again
And feels the same shot coating over his heart
'Cause for a minute he'll feel nothing at all

I found a friend that knows me well
Who's with me everywhere i go
And he sees everything i see

He's talking crazy just like me
It's such a simple way to be
When i'm all by myself