i don't sing, but i'm a singer
i don't write, but i'm a poet
i don't sew, but i'm a designer
i don't, i don't, i don't

maybe i haven't found my niche
but if i could get paid to do nothing
then baby, you know i'd be rich

there's one beer left
& the music may be too loud
but i'm sick of walking on egg shells
& i'm not nearly ready to stop drinking

and i worry, worry, worry all the time
my hearts gonna give up on me
& i don't, i don't, i don't

i don't know. where to go from here

& throughout my whole life those things
have remained constant
i don't, i can't, i won't.

i need a break
should have fought harder
i need to break

my mind is balanced
my body makes up for it
crashing into walls
isn't any better than hitting rock bottom

have another drink
say something you're gonna regret
have another smoke
do something you're gonna forget

maybe i'm not where i was supposed to be
maybe this isn't me
some other dimension

it's like in that movie
it is time for tuning


i'm dying for an outlit
[i'm so sad that i missed the iamx show]

it's time to to pass on my crown
the the queen of wasting time is stepping down