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a study in confusion

journal of a long December

Name:
Matt
Birthdate:
10 December 1985
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if you want roses,
then go buy a bouquet
and if that just won't cut it, well...
what can i say?

you're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead.





Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance, that vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist, you are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges
(Bullshit!)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you're so post-modern
You're diving face forward into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive, don't stick your nose up at me!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we're not worthy! when you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
With the same superiority complex shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Cause I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell, because I believe that it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you're living a lie (yeah) living a lie (yeah) your life is living a lie
You don't impress me (admit it)
You don't intimidate me (admit it)
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah

I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, guitar go!

I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
So you come to me, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
I have when I'm dead I'll rest
But that's away still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest

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