Don't you ever tell me what to do I think I'm doing fine I know you think I'm fucked up but I think you've lost your mind Will we hear each other's voice again or see each other's eyes I've discovered I don't give a fuck it's all a bunch of lies Da-dat-dat-da I think you're under the impression you can dictate how I feel You could tell me all those secrets and I'd keep a straight face still Don't you worry about ambition that's just something you give up on the way to that attrition we all dread as we wake up (people die from that But I won't die from-) When you told me we need secrets I just thought it was a kink I guess I'm not half as good at you at knowing what you think Because growing up won't ever be as satisfying as Getting fucked when someone's mad at you, so stop with all this jazz How can I know what you don't know? How can you know what I don't know? Lie to me x5 Just keep tryin' to lie to me

I was walking down South Congress when I realized that walking down South Congress made me lonely and depressed because my association with South Congress had to do with bad dates and people who I desperately want to call me but who probably shouldn't call me … for my own good And it reminded me of the time I was in town but didn't have anyone to talk to so I just parked my car next to a church and listen to Protein Source of the Future … Now And then that thought triggered some self-loathing because I don't want to pretend to define myself solely by the music I listen to or be so recursive as to mention other peoples songs within the lyrics of a song that I'm now singing but after thinking about it I came to the conclusion that at this stage in my life I don't really have the luxury of having a purpose or being loved deeply by someone I love back But to go back to the subject of the girl that wouldn't call me I had frequent fantasies about her but none of them were sexual okay, some of them were sexual but most of them were me imaging her showing up somewhere or bumping into her randomly when I drove into town for a movie or a show And learning self-respect when it comes to interpersonal relationships can be.... pretty difficult and it often leaves me with the feeling that I'm just paying for my emotional development with a chance to be happy for a little while with someone I could love And I know that I'm capable of grand romantic gestures that, honestly speaking would be pretty impressive but I don't want to put myself in that position with someone who probably won't appreciate me. And there are other factors to consider here like how she has a boyfriend. Oh yeah I don't think I mentioned that – she has a boyfriend. And nothing too incredibly inappropriate happened, but you know whatever. Now that I think about it, I get kinda resentful of the fact that I'm so easily manipulated, but life goes on and I'm not really interested in living in the past. And I don't know how to fake this shit It's just another of the many reasons not to mess with it So here's to finding people that are worthy of respect Here's to finding the next excuse for sticking out my neck

Making out with bisexual girls Making out with bisexual girls You're at home and you're on the phone but I'm Making out with bisexual girls The music didn't seem that sweet to you But maybe you just didn't have a clue as to what it meant as to what I'd spent to listen to it face to face with you Making out with bisexual girls Making out with bisexual girls It's my only goal, I can feel it in my soul that there's nothing else that I would rather do (whistling interlude) I say this isn't what I want to do And I just see what I want to see in you My fingers in your hair and we're sitting on a chair that obviously wasn't built for two And we both know she likes girls too and we both know that's something she's into But maybe she could be into me Or maybe I'm just seeing what I wanna see

I'm pretty damn jealous of my artist friends and their limitless reservoir of creative energy all the ones who can get things done and make things happen and are motivated to get through every day I don't think I introduced you to that artist friend who I know kind of but well actually not really I mean we're friends on Facebook if that really counts and I can't say we've even really had a conversation But I'm so in awe of my artist friends with their confident and emotionally distant personas and lack of empathy for their fellow human beings and their ability to write songs that don't go G D C G (Like this... that's the chord progression.... that I'm using for this song) I really think they're cool, though, my artist friends you know the ones who can't emotionally commit to anybody I mean you met one at that party but he kind of ignored you and I think he was only there because he heard there'd be coke Hey let's all get together with my artist friends my artist friends my artist friends let's all have an orgy with my artist friends and watch everyone masturbate simultaneously I wish I could be like my artist friends they have so many friends; I wish I had friends But I don't know if I could call them my friends I mean only because I don't know them that well, I don't wanna act like a hanger-on But maybe if I was closer with my artist friends I could be an artist too and I'd impress you and I'd motivate myself and lounge in my vast intellectual wealth and take medication recreationally with beer on tap and I could fuck you and never call you back And people would like me and I'd be kinda famous (start talking rather than singing) within certain circles I mean what are you gonna do its not like everyone could appreciate my art I mean the really deep stuff doesn't really speak to the masses (trail off pretentiously) My artist friends, my artist friends...

They said write every song as if it were your last and don't ever look to the past to find out things we can find out right here right now just the two of us But I stopped trying on the day that I was born Wanna go ride bikes but I'm torn because the air is made of knives and it's not very good for my skin I thought that I'd become a better human being by getting close to other folks and learning what they mean But all of your opinions kinda make me sick You misplace all your anger and spew it out and hope it sticks I don't wanna follow you on Facebook because your life repulses me I don't wanna follow you around you're already way too close to me I don't wanna get a fix I just wanna get it fixed I just wanna make the things that I like I wanna write songs that have nothing to do with the things that I wanna do in life And right here is the only place I've ever been But maybe I should begin again Because this is not that great, it's not that great of a song.

I am not impressed by all your guilt or by your strongest smiles I am holding out for a better human being to give my affections to and You cannot apologize enough you cannot act like you are free you cannot act like I was cool Or that you every really loved me Because I know behind your timid eyes lurks something from the dawn of time One day I'll peel off the skin on your face and lay bear your reptilian mind And you can send your minions after me that's okay I know they're everywhere I know that they control the world I know that they can kill with a stare And I've been waiting too long, too long for the fall of the Annunaki But my chakras might be misaligned Because these astral negative entities keep trying to block me I'd surround myself with healing white light In order to avoid your stare But every dollar bill I spend on the back; you're right there! 5 2 3 5 2 3 5 2 3 now what is it you see in me reappropriation of occult imagery

The very worst thing about trying to improve myself is that it just reminds me of you And my imagination has exhausted all the scenarios involving other girls I could screw That don't just leave me feeling blue I wake up with songs stuck in my head that remind me of that night we got into that fight we never could do anything right\ And every time I meet somebody new it just ends up as another set of songs that I can't listen to Because they were written about me and you Not thinking about your name and face all day is about as easy as avoiding the thought of colliding with a stroller when I'm driving in my car Oh my God, you're so fucking so hot I suspect that I love you just like how I suspect some people I know were molested as kids When you don't talk to me I can see my inner dying unexpectedly of SIDS I'm trying to forget the way your eyes emit light like how Ancient Greek physicians thought But that image lives inside my head now and it makes me so distraught Goddamn you twenty one year old girls you do it to me every time Run off and leave me just when I start believing that maybe you could be mine in my fucked-up possessive mind

Why is it whenever I see your face I don't actually see your face anymore Last night I saw a ghost hovering two inches above the floor It's really scary to imagine that happening When you get up and out of bed But for some reason it was just kind of stupid Encountering it outside of my head I mean what could it want, want from me? My theremin or my Playstation 3? I think it dropped by to check me out Because I'm pretty sure when I'm dead that'll be what I'm about Come on spirits, come and take me away I'm just haunting a two-room apartment anyway Burn up my soul and bite up my legs I can't even respond to that with rage It may be just as well if you take me to Heaven or take me to Hell Because I can't write ghost songs like The Unicorns or Neutral Milk Hotel

You're the best for me x3 Why can't anyone else quite see just how you are the best for me Let's both go to the same damn clubs hey, let's all take the same exact drugs I'd never call your swallow tattoos lame We subscribe to the same social justice blogs We both think it's funny to reminisce about pogs You'll always upvote my articles on r/atheism Send me your favorite Rageface comics Make me a mix CD with Arcade Fire on it 'Cause our love is pretty epic, I think And when you get offended by the way I look into your eye I hope that you'll forgive me for my masculine complicity in rape-culture Occupy my heart tonight I know that we'll keep up the fight Let's snuggle up by our macbooks and listen to NPR I wanna hug you 'til it hurts in matching Che Geuvara shirts You're more beautiful to me than Zoeey Deschanel and Joanna Newsom combined. You're the best for me x3 Why can't anyone else quite see just how you are the best for me

If it's not the best I'll have then I am no longer interested And I would never have to go through shit like writing another song to someone who doesn't deserve it And I'd tell you what I want And you'd give me what I need And we'd never have to fight because it would be agreed That you're the best I've ever had That I would give myself to you And you'd always wanna be with me and I'd wanna be there too It was two thousand thirteen and the cardinals were convening when you invited me into the woods and it couldn't have been for anything good But if you had been that elusive girl upon whom I base my whole inner world Then I wouldn't have to make up languages with tenses for addressing unborn kids And I wouldn't be so fucked up 'Cause I could finally believe That I would never ever again be consumed by this weird greed Because it grabs me by the shoulders and it rattles me inside and your smile comes back to me with the resurgence of a tide It's a game I'll never win It's a game I'll never lose Because no matter what I see in her It'll never look like you

I gave ten percent of my soul so that your plane would get snowed in and I'm way too post-modern to consider that a sin I wish I could time trave like in Animal Crossing and we could begin again But we can't even figure out the subway and neither of us is actually an adult and I wish that I knew more names of demons than I do But I was never that into the occult Oh Ronkonkoma You're always so fucking far away Cause we could see The Empire State Building or we could stay in and watch more anime I tagged your name ten times and said it in the mirror and sacrificed my guinea pig and felt existential terror And demons aren't that picky but I still hope they'd pick me because no one else goes shopping for candy at three A.M. Oh, New York State Everywhere we go, we're always fucking late And sometimes I wonder if you or I do anything but the hours after midnight are the perfect time to sing