Charles Dingus - Prescriptivist Lyrics

I picked each letter apart for its meaning
Didn't get me too far in the end
The words i'm left with are just prescription
Instructions for a whole lot of nothingness

Guess i'll never make it home

I took the train today
Filthy cabins with nothing to work on
I took the bus and then
Noticed the enemies i haven't made yet

I'll have soup today
Little victory
I'll have talks today
Avoid the misery

Relatable consequences i've only noticed now

I took the chair apart with all of my weight
I waited too long to get to the point
Where i notice all the misfortune befalling me

The ending i'm looking for is a fairy tale
That's out of print, still undersold

I'm not sad but still
Sometimes it helps
I'm not sad but still
Sometimes it helps to get the weight off your chest