These hand me down genes are distressed and
Anxious and ripping seams, I'm a mess
A guess at best to pass the test
Never great but always second second best
When all of my design comes from wasted time
How do I justify the space I occupy?
Gluttonous guilt
Inherent filth
The broken bones and cornerstones of which is
All of my design comes from wasted time
How do I justify the space I occupy?
How do I know for sure that I'm alone because
I can't risk being seen without my clothes
And I don't know you because acknowledgement could mean I'm a fool
And I won't play you because this game ain't made for two
I'll burn anything that I can't tame
So please explain why I'm at the stake holding the flame
When I don't even know where to start to burn it all down