Belong

Look

I'm not Jordan

I'm no Pippen

I'm like Rodman on the Pistons

I doubt that I'll make a difference

All I want is some attention

You don't listen

I don't question

I'm not here to teach a lesson

I'm not ever here at all

You hear a beep you leave a message

Fuck a topic interesting

Shit I thought make you upset

And you can jump right off a ledge

'Cause I'm not fucking with your presence

I'm encompassing the present

While I point in no direction

Feel annoyed by every thought

Being deployed at my prevention

I caaan't pretend its fun feeling fine

I've never seen the fucking Sun

How come I want to get shine

I know how seasons defined

They sprout some leaves and then die

But I don't believe it this time

I'm undefeated inside

My heart was weighed like some muscle, well jaded

The love was tough to kill

I waited through the dinner rush ran up the bill got nothin' still

I guess I'm not what I'm fed

I heard a lot that's not said

Stop talking lies in my head

They don't belong

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong in my head

I need someone to go in my stead

I need somewhere to go once they've left

I need something to hold for myself

Sometimes I don't belong in my head

I need someone to go in my stead

I need somewhere to go once they've left

Something to hold onto other than myself

I traced your eyes when they had sparkled the first time

I put the pressure on the mold full of gold

I fold the clay into the cracks of my back

But shit I've never had the dirt to fill this hole in my soul

It's what you wanted from the first glance

Water-colored first dance

Tapping glass slippers with a "Bold and Brash" mister

Missed the lines that I had colored in

Paint splatter covering

Fade into grey, my smile is paper mache

Its what you wanted

I'm chipping granite like I'm from a different planet

You see me winning, all my ticks are 3D printed, but

I'm Paul Bunyan axed up with a clear ox

Laugh at my jokes backed up from my xerox

Non-functional, too loyal to damage

You buy my promises on oil and canvas

It's what you wanted. So why you acting mad at me?

It's what you wanted. I'll be hanging at the gallery I'm gone

It's what you wanted

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong in my head

I need someone to go in my stead

I need somewhere to go once they've left

I need something to hold for myself

Sometimes I don't belong in my head

I need someone to go in my stead

I need somewhere to go once they've left

Something to hold onto other than myself