Cubbiebear

Untitled Lyrics

Expectations are high and I can’t think/
I can’t spell at all really so it’s not worth the ink/
I only type with 3 fingers and look a fool when I sing/
They like me to slow down so they have a chance to blink/
But I bet they wouldn’t be happy and I’d have trouble with their remedy/
Love testing me, Americas muse is any bitter recipe/
Live sensibly and battle the ugly themes that deceive me?/
Or indulge in gluttony and live through reality T.V./
That truth is faked mimicking men who will play you/
And lead with repetition to the conditions you slave to/
I try my best to receive it and stay as honest as possible/
Alienating everyone who’s more human than optional/
It’s getting worse, you don’t belong on mantles/
You pose the same in your pictures and pick conversations you can’t handle/
See yourself as ugly, testing make up on animals/
and call each other haters when criticisms truth’s to unmanageable/
Hate for the brink, love in contusions, smile on the inside, spit on it’s missuses, man handle memories, motion strong unsettling, selling faults made from common enemies. and your so fucked up.