Self(Ish) - Crywank

Your partner is a lawn gnome

Who lives online, and I know

I’m quite inclined to stay home

Call the outside an arsehole

You barter well but polychrome light shines on my face

The outdoors is grey

You’ll find I’m resigned, a shameful display

«Hey, kid, get a life»

I do at times

But from me you know you’ll get no adventure

It’s safe to say…

I’m selfish in my pursuits

All I work for constitutes

As forced pats on the back

And acknowledging that I can’t fight the fact

That I think I won’t get any better

Can’t defend someone who never learns their lessons

In my condescending tone of voice, I blame you

Thoughtless statements now too late to retract

Now eat your humble pie off the floor with your hands behind your back

With your hands behind your back