Kithera - Genetics Lyrics

Well my stomach is sick and she believes in Eugenics
Everything is so bland that it gives me a headache
I got all I want now my life's going downhill
I'm so bipolar that my head is a windmill
I meet her in the park with my two-year-old sweater
And now that I'm here I thought that things would be better
But maybe I might of messed a little
Cus now she moved towns and leaves me on delivered

I guess I'm too short
And I blame it on genetics
My words meaning nothing
Somebody 'ready said it
You could say I'm hurt
But I don't need a medic
I'll do a good job
But I won't take the credit

Well I know I'm not a prodigy
I'll just be in the symphony
Follow every other trend
Like everyone in front of me
I wanna keep it underground
And build up from a different sound
But they'll make a comparison
And bring me back right to the ground

I guess I'm too thin
And I blame it on genetics
My words mean nothing
Somebody 'ready said it

I try to sleep through pain but my beds made of metal
You don't need to send me help cus you know I'm not mental
I'm dragging the burden of people and it's heavy
I'm putting myself in the eyes of a villain
I'm used to the heat so I tremble when the wind blows
Seventy hundred miles worth of limbo
Self deprication seems to fit the picture
Throwing away my life isn't worth it

I guess I'm too small
And I blame it on genetics
And people want me to live up to my aesthetic
I've been counting my days since the time I was seven
I started from asking and that turned to begging