Validation, as a Rule - Ryan Scott Oliver

Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m the trouble

The fly-down, snot-nosed loser of late

It follows, yeah, it follows

Oh, the past was fun, yeah

But stupid fun

With flailing accidental success

A time that feels so trivial

In the rear-view

And I didn’t give a fuck

What anybody said

Oh, no I didn’t give a fuck

About babes or brands or bread

It was me, my Amy, and ego makes three

But now I’m thirsty

So thirsty

And although jealousy’s my fuel

Validation, as a rule, is what I crave me

Ah, oh yes, I crave me, ah!

Won’t someone… Praise me?!

I’m so thirsty

(He's a thirsty bitch)

Where am I now?

In a losing game of solitaire with my self-esteem

And embracing an emotional sine wave

That’s dripping too close to zero

Fucking depression!

I’ve been anxious since the tender

Of always

But who cares, I’m gonna die young

And I don’t give a fuck

Let 'em think what they will think

You betcha, I don’t give a fuck

I’ll just have another drink

And fade, oh, I will fade away…

Oh my God!

I’m so thirsty

So thirsty

And although jealousy’s my fuel

Validation, as a rule, is what I crave me

Ah, oh yes, I crave me, ah!

Won’t someone… Praise me?!

I’m so —

Hungry!

It makes me risky

Feel like a monkey

Funky and — frisky!

I need a win

You are a sick man

With an angry heart

You have black goo

Where your blood has ought to start

You are irrelevant

You are irrelevant

Be like the elephant:

Don’t forget that?

Yet there’s appeal in worthlessness

The thrill of being betrayed by your fate

The ultimate neglected prodigy

Oh, but what is worse than anonymity?

The negation of your negation

It means your life was all but futile

A death for the dead

And yes, I five a fuck if people know my name!

Oh well, I guess I give a fuck

About friends and fans and fame

Is it so wrong to want to be screwed

Just because you’re a star?

I’m so -!

Praise me, praise me, praise me

Oh, you’ve got to, no you ought to

Praise me, praise me, praise me

Oh, you gotta pat me!

Rub me!

And all that kind of talk

But most of all

Won’t you tell me

…I rock!