Fuck Titles

Sitting here legs bobbing
Don't know what to do
Look around the room
My art, my art,
Whatever that is

Mind's racing
But it's up against the tortoise
Slow and steady wins the race
So why, oh why
Does speed make sense

Piles and piles and piles and then
(I can't feel my legs)
Fires and fires and fires and then
(I can't feel my heart)
This coma comes back and then
The cycle loops around

Songs about myself
Felt like bitch again
I can't help it
My problems, my problems
Whatever those are

Shirts from bands
Bands you've prob'ly never heard of
They're too punk
My taste, my taste
You'd prob'ly call it hipster

Falling and falling and falling and then
(I can't see my knife)
Smoking and smoking and smoking and then
(I can't see my life)
This coma comes back around...

SO FUCK OFF!