a relationship w/ yourself is crucial to yer own survival

i "smoke" toothpicks now
i can't imagine how everyone is on high alert
i hated school n that was in the nineties
i had no idea how much worse shit could get
i've always had an ominous sentiment
i got a bandaid on my finger just to let chu know
all my life i've been trying to explain...
i ain't satisfied w/ anything anyway
i never lied to myself about what things were
who could make me happy, i mean c'mon
love is a thing that people used to believe in
i vicariously experience their happiness
whatever desire is still there is so considerably meager
it ain't a sacrifice i'm willing to make
i never wanted kids cos i'm not a good liar
the artist can be androgynous or whatever the fuck we wanna be
the grueling aspect is all worth it
when you're making sumin you're feeling
don't discount yer experience for any reason
it's still meaningful even if the meaning seems futile
this is my ego singing right here
everybody be knowin that you're not successful
it's not that i don't ever get insecure about this, i just keep goin regardless
i can't even make a joke...
if i didn't have a sense of humor i wouldn't be here w/ yawl
it doesn't matter if anyone understands, it makes sense to ME
the iphone's sole purpose was to replace everyone's personal relationship w/ themselves