Autodidact - Between the Buried and Me

The freethinking brain can finally travel

Take the radio waves

And stew up that imagination

I worry too much

Boredom gets to me

Pussy

Yes they call me this

The masters of the ocean

Churn

Churn down in my mind

Calling me only what I feel at times

I just want to be loved and liked by everyone

Everyone

Shining down on my every move

Impossible thoughts

Stay on this cruise

Never go back

Relaxation calms these metal nerves

Need to just let go and become a giant

Forcing the improvement of our musical system

One can’t do such

Especially with such lack of confidence

Maybe they see it

Maybe they frown upon this face

Time

I keep drifting away

I look forward to these days

Physically, but mentally they can become very tiring

Physically, but mentally they can become very tiring

Why worry

Why worry

Personal happiness should be all that matters

I feel this most of the time

But days like today mordecai flies down on this ship

And stares me in the eyes

Every time, can’t change

Maybe I should just be this bedroom performer I keep hearing of

Yes I can myself this

Control

Control me

Sit back now

Piss it all away

Loser

Losing

Lost

Loser

Losing

Lost

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