You said you know what it's like
I didn't believe you
I assumed I knew the truth about every other human being
I'm waiting for my next tattoo
Hoping that you don't hate it
But we've never met but I'll save it for when we do
Quite aware of the f*cking mess of
Neuroses that'll make me obsessed with
Thoughts that might impress you
Maybe send a direct mes-sage on through
Unprompted and unviewed as if it matters
What I think about you to you 'cause it
Matters to me I keep watching nineties TV
Always wanting to be alt-comedic,
Not hope everybody liked my jokes
But maybe somebody will like my joke
I'm sick of the day-to-day
Today I will get my ass out of this awful bed and I'll never fall asleep again
You're planning for your next tattoo
And I have nothing to do with choice or execution and I have nothing to do
With any part of any mess I
Made of all my feelings with a
Thought that might impress you
Maybe send a direct message on through
Unprompted and unviewed it doesn't matter
What I think about you to you
Just because I give a shit about your projects
Doesn't make me happy if I'm honest
I get happy more or less on schedule
With my discipline surrounding mental health
Am i a goddamn saint or something
Feeling all these feelings without numbing
Myself out on drugs or living recklessly
I keep myself in check with big reminders
Of my failures past or present
Try to be more hesitant and not go broke
I am a paradigm of moderation
All I want is someone else to like my joke