1. |
Getting Better
01:56
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I used to be a smart fucking kid
I got burnt, it took a couple years to get over it.
badadadadada da da da daaaaa
badadadadada da dada da da daaaAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa
And things they always change,
but It's getting better
yeah I'm getting better.
I used to lie awake in bed
can't sleep, imagine anvils falling on my head.
Now I spread myself too thin.
Don't know what I want, even less how to get it.
And I'm not really sure
if that's any better,
but fuck, it's different,
and for now that's good enough.
It's getting better
I'm getting better
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2. |
Math Rock Recluse
01:44
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If I would learn to play drums
you know I'd never have to leave my room.
I'd pick up some Shures and a couple condensers
Live the rest of my life as a math rock recluse
When I say math rock
You say recluse
Fuck, I can't hear anything 'cause you're not allowed in my room
I'm gonna learn every song in the Real Book,
and I'm gonna know all the best progressions.
You can fucking keep your cowboy chords
Cause I'll be diminishing 9ths and 11ths.
When I say math rock
You say recluse
On second thought, I'd rather you just get the fuck out of my room
I will only write in time signatures topped with prime numbers
And I won't give a shit what anyone thinks of it, I'm self sufficient.
I can do my own gang vocals
And I'll sing my own fucking harmonies. It's good enough for Ray Charles; It's good enough for me
When I say math rock
You say recluse
When I say math rock
You say recluse
When I say "How the fuck did you get into my room?"
I'm not looking for an answer, I'm just looking to be left alone.
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3. |
Awe
02:20
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I'm completely in awe of some people in this city:
I have never known anyone to seem so unafraid
To be such a collosal fucking poser.
I don't give a shit
and I don't want to hear it.
Someday this tower of bullshit will collapse upon itself
and I don't even care if I'm around to see it happen.
Well they say you can fake it
until you maaaaaake it.
Until you're a big fake fuck
and you're the center of attention,
and any small bumps they'll be
absorbed by the suspension.
But that doesn't seem to be a goal worth reaching for.
And were it up to me...
I'd rather stay home
and I'd rather lock my door and I'd
rather spend my time trying to become
a person I think I could respect.
And I'd rather just admit that there are people who won't get it.
So I'll try to stay objective and I won't let it diminish
my resolve to avoid investing
my time in things that make me want to puke
Much of that which makes a person interesting
is just a measure of
how well they spend time alone.
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4. |
Stupid Idiot Kids
02:39
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I can't handle stupid idiot kids
talking about stupid idiot things
I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it let me go home
Why do you feel the need to speak in absolutes?
It doesn't do you any favors if you're not a smart person
well I know it can be fun to use strong words
But for you the only purpose that it serves
is to expose your ignorance.
And that's why
I can't handle stupid idiot kids
talking about stupid idiot things
I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it let me go home
I am sure that you respect your own intelligence
But have you ever stopped to wonder why nobody else seems to?
There are 50 other people on this bus.
Your complexion's cleared, but you're still spewing puss
And this new instance is really more repelling
Now you might say "Steve, they're just kids,
Ans it's not like you've never done anything
to have you labelled a Stupid Idiot."
Well that thing that you just said it is true
And that thing you said before is also true
but I never went around professing my idiocy
on public transportation
and that's why
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5. |
Support Systems
03:49
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I spent the last year
leeching off of other people's creations and
I had no fear
about doing the things I liked until
I put myself in
a situation where I'd lost all my support systems
It made me sick spending the little that I had
On things that I did not care for
Sometimes depression's not that bad
sometimes it leaves you on the floor
I've learned that times when
I get too tired of shit to be afraid
Work out better than
paralyzed with fear in bed awake
Some things I thought
were magical, with time they went to shit
Guess I was wrong
it was subjective to begin with
It made me sick spending the little that I had
On things that I did not care for
Sometimes depression's not that bad
sometimes it leaves you on the floor
I spent the last year
leeching off of other people's creations and
I've learned that times when
I get too tired of shit to be afraid
Work out better than
paralyzed with fear in bed awake but
I had no fear
about doing the things I liked until
It made me sick spending the little that I had
On things that I did not care for
Sometimes depression's not that bad
sometimes it leaves you on the floor
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