I love you I hate you I’m on the fence it all depends whether I’m up I’m down I’m on the mend transcending all reality.

I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through?

I must confess I’ve made a mess of what should be a small success but I digress at least I’ve tried my very best I guess.

This that the other why even bother, it won’t be with me on my death bed, but I’ll still be in your head.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

My internal monologue is saturated analogue, It’s scratched and drifting, I’ve become attached to the idea it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy, I’ve got no idea how I even got here.

I’m resentful I’m having an existential time crisis, what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess.

Underworked and oversexed I must express my disinterest, the rats are back inside my head what would Freud have said?

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide, I dislike this internal diatribe when I try to catch your eye I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.

Erroneous.

Harmonious.

I’m hardly sanctimonious.

Dirty clothes, I suppose, we all outgrow ourselves.

I’m a fake, I’m a phoney, I’m awake, I’m alone, I’m homely, I’m a Scorpio.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.