Pollution / Disclaimer

This toil's not what I'm made for

Head's not so full anymore

The load was not so hard to carry

A lack thereof brought me to my knees

You tested my maturity

The apple takes bites out of me

I want to see a fight

I want to see a fight

I want to fight this setting sun

But it took far too many months to learn that suns can't be outdone

They'll burn your skin off even the pretty ones

But they're only pretty due to pollution

What is beauty if what creates it is bad

I'm fully here but fully sad

I want to sing but just to add to all the sounds that turn monotonous before long

And you're just like them

The trees withstand the storms but don't assume they wouldn't like to fall

I think it would be nice to fall asleep and know that I'm not all yours

I'm not all yours

Well there is plenty out there still to see

And you were not required to stay with me

And there's no other like you but that's okay because there's billions like me

You were very difficult perfection but I prefer easy mediocrity

I think I know more with each stage I pass through

And I think I like the thought of not seeing you

I'm awake in the ground the darkness soothes my eyes

And I hear shovels digging and killing the mood

But what more can I do

I've got no more than some nights full of fun and some popular songs and a girl that's my type

Plus a lot more who aren't in love with me but in love with the music I write

That means something, right?

Well they say it does

Soon as the words leave my mouth they create a buzz

Soon as the tone leaves my voice I start trying to sound like I'm an actual rapper

I never claimed to be

And honestly, I never promised you anything

I don't do this for the sake of satisfying the fans

And while it's nice to know I made the song that's making them dance

I find it necessary that I say some things in advance:

This started out as a vie for attention from an ex

And I'm the most creative when I'm an emotional wreck

Every happy song I've written ended up pretty bad

And it's hard to smile when they only cheer if you're sad

I never promised you a genre or a dance-able song

I never promised that this one wouldn't go on for too long

And I don't care if they listen

They either won't or they will

But I've been just talking for two minutes and you're listening still