well fuck

wish i hadn’t burned away
all the parts of my brain
that can boost my GPA

left with all the little parts
that solve Sudoku on the bus
make a hella good pancake
and call a psycho miles off

competition, rat race
you look robotic through my eyes
i look quixotic through your eyes
that’s a five-dollar word
but i’m broke nonetheless

some, they peaked in high school
some, they never peaked
i’m beginning to worry
that might be me
starting to worry
they’re starting to see

i don’t exist in this plane
i’m on vacation in my brain
i crave the cool of the dirt
or a life that doesn’t hurt

my alarm is my pimp
and i chose all of this
i can’t complain
i drove me insane.