Big Sort -

Things are so nice sometimes I can’t even complain

Then again I can’t stand when things aren’t the same

Like a how a year ago I cursed your name

Now on occasion I want you again

We’re a big sort of fucked up

Homogenous thoughts with faulty facts and fears

I’m the chief of my own tribe

Hunting and gathering the fears of my mind

Things are so «eh» sometimes I think I’m depressed

Out of bed, I’m undressed

The rest left unsaid

I’m dead set on being my own best friend

Who needs the doc when you’ve got the medicine?

We’re a big sort of fucked up

Homogenous thoughts with faulty facts and fears

I’m the chief of my own tribe

Hunting and gathering the fears of my mind

We’re a big sort of fucked up

Homogenous thoughts with faulty facts and fears

I’m the chief of my own tribe

Hunting and gathering the fears of my mind