No Truth (To Proclaim)

The ways of mine is something eyes can't see
I'm lost inside good luck finding me

I only write songs to write my wrongs
It's the closest thing I have to a purpose
If I could ride off of my own coattails
I might not get lost under the surface
If you look at my face and cast judgement
Then I know that your opinion isn't worth it
No truth to proclaim and no bucket
So have fun kicking nothing
You deserve it

I seem to always get my days confused
I get lost when I walk into a neighboring room
Exhausted of every little paper spoon
Waiting for someone to swoop in
And save me from the truth
No dopamine to push me from second to second
To function accordingly is a death wish
Too 'pressed to do my best but
I got the next but
Just fuck it I'll take the next bus
I need excuses to be alone
My mind's a feeding hole for needy hoes
I never sleep I'm always dreamin' though
No love for phony lil asshole kids
Even people twice my age do that bullshit
It's why I throw a deuce into that motion
The fans know me they'll be goin' through my demos
The day I pass away they'll put my head up on a fencepost

I only write songs to write my wrongs
It's the closest thing I have to a purpose
If I could ride off of my own coattails
I might not get lost under the surface
If you look at my face and cast judgement
Then I know that your opinion isn't worth it
No truth to proclaim and no bucket
So have fun kicking nothing
You deserve it