I'm shy to a fault
I disregard rest
I'm bitchy and overly cognitive
I have trouble operating with emotions
I'm judgemental critical abrasive
I judge myself for the trite and see
I've done something I saw on TV
I'm derivative for my alternate motives
I'm bothered by my own distruth
I don't help situations
I'm an intermittent friend
And an even more sparse boy
I'm uncomfortable around black people
And poor people and ugly people
I'm a sleaze, I can't put together arguments
My interests are vague, I like to sit at home
I break up group events
I don't like much of what I say
I don't like much of what I do
I don't like much of what I mean
I don't like how depressed I get at night

I see myself as an underachiever
A leak of potential, stained on my socks
A little bit of urine, a little bit of body hair
A little bit of straightforward bullshit

I don't mean to brag but
I told you more than
Anyone I've yet to meet

The question of the hour
Is there anything wrong
With writing in 3/4 time?

I'm cold in rooms
I lose my watch
I use packing boxes as a bedtable
I peel off paint
Don't take care of my guitar
I use destruction and peril as a political tool
I read tech news and music news
Sports news and news news
Business news and meta-news about the existing news

I see myself as an lower-class richboy
A leak of potential, stained on my shirt
A little bit of urine, a little bit of body hair
A little bit of underhanded bullshit

I don't mean to brag but
I told you more than
Anyone I've yet to meet

The question of the hour
Is there anything wrong
With writing in 3/4 time?

I just can't write a song in 3/4 time

A comes with sharps and flats and minors
sevenths ninths elevenths thirteenths
suspended two and four and dominant
dominant nine and augmenteds, and over Bs
over Cs and Ds

I don't know how music works
I don't know the theory
I've been drawing little chords
To remind me of the sounds
The rhythms come back with the mood
More or less or just about
I give my word that this is my Lyrics,
and not copied from anywhere else
I can copy from everywhere else
I don't think you feel me

I see myself as an underachiever
A leak of potential, stained on my socks
A little bit of urine, a little bit of body hair
A little bit of straightforward bullshit

I don't mean to brag but
I told you more than
Anyone I've yet to meet

The question of the hour
Is there anything right
With writing in 3/4 time?

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