You wake up in cold sweats You crave disappointment Switching your focus Main character syndrome The party betroths you (I've seen it first and I've been here first) If that's what you're into (I want it) The party betroths you If that's what you're into (now the people know the lies in your roots)
Grant me once this petty respite Punch this fucker in his face He bids on tragic missed appointments He smiles with only half his face
It's not a problem it's his niche It's classic signalling theory 'Cause every step he takes Is laced with aspirations on his sleeves So surely
