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Chorus:
It’s the way you look at me that makes me get so high
But that feeling’s fleeting and it makes me question why
I don’t know if I can go another day with me
And myself if I could find a way out I would leave
V1:
When it feels like everyday is suicide
And the choice in front of you is do or die
You collide with a new divide and come to see
There’s a new route a new you who’s alive
More aggressive, more prone to being restless
Alone to your own devices you’re left with just to reconcile what’s severed
Cause death is just another beginning
That lets us live a new life refreshing everyday
Enabling me to be the best that I’m able to be
Without a label I’m training to be the best that I can be
But lately I’m feeling strange and impatiently
Needing some praise to make me feel like I’m the best alive
It’s shameful cause I disgraced my name and then changed it
As if I’m famous or something come on, who the hell am I and
If I don’t know myself how am I gonna answer ’em
When they’re asking „um, who the hell is Clive?”
I don’t know, the show’s over y’all go home
Wait a minute, no, don’t leave me all alone
My dichotomy. Laurence Olivier’s protege
Look at me! Look at me! Good, now go away
I’m not a poet or performer, at the moment kinda sorta
But I’m just another person trying to sort out
All his issues, he’ll never fully get through
As he borders on insanity but tries to walk the line — hi
V2:
Sometimes
I wish I had the confidence to brag about my competence
And how one day my songs will thrill the countries and their continents
With dominance, and talk a bit about
How I’m just a minute away from conquering this town
Competition I’d just laugh ’em off, capturing castles and their pawns
Like I’m Kasparov or Capablanca but I’m backing off
Cause I got these shackles on my mind that confine me and deny me to travel on
So, I’m just a vicenarian Aries fighting my vices
Riding a chariot carrying the life I married with me
Seeking merriment from a mistress called mischief and bury these
Parts of me that hold me back, starting with that lonely chap
Within me who’s afraid, his heart’s in a cul-de-sac
And it always ends up coming back out
To become a martyr for my artistry i have doubts, but… ya know…
I’ll lose an enemy not a friend so why am I grieving?
Sayonara I’m leaving I’ll find you tomorrow and we can
Drive to the bar on the weekends, dive in our sorrows
And weep in the car on our way home
And even plummet off of the deep end
Seeking solace by speaking problems aloud
Seems to be the only option, a peace offering for now
That will keep my scapegoats herded ’til I can let ’em free
And slay those versions of me working to heckle me
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