Driving into oncoming traffic is a daydream of mine I would do anything to wear my illness on the outside Selfishly thinking that I suffer more, so my art must be better More worthy to see, oh the fucking audacity of me And I've come to regret everyone that I've put trust in And that has gotten me nowhere It's hard to make friends, when you're broken and bitter, out and in But I can't convince anyone to care Wondering why I'm incapable of bottling it all up Like everyone else, that has learned not to give a fuck About what they all think, about what they all say Well I'm sorry, I just care too much, I think I'll stay in bed today And I'm aimlessly obsessed with despair Like an eight-year old kid thinking life is unfair I hate how I'm only somewhat self-aware And I'd rather be a comedian than a songwriter But my pain is more real than my laughter Oh yes, my fear contaminates all of my candor Yeah, I'm constantly feeling emptier, a husk of thinly veiled banter My neurotransmitters are a nuclear war disaster