The Boy Considers His Haircut

My dad says that I’d probably have more fans

If I could learn to sing about some happier shit

Instead of wallowing in my shortcomings

My gross insecurities, be less narcissistic

Maybe show some humility

My mom sighs Wow from under her breath

She wonders how the hell I can live like this

My shelf life, it expired months ago

But I keep tricking the ones

I claim to love into these situations

Like I’m walking backwards, these wasted years

I’m walking backwards, these wasted years

And still nobody knows my name

My shitty songs, or my chubby face

I want to know how to be okay

Do the things that people do to find a home in the end

'Cause I’ve lived my whole life so afraid of getting hurt

That I’ve never really been hurt

And the best I can hope is to zone out in a room

Full of people that I don’t know

On a hospital bed, is that too obvious?

I can say I want to heal, I can say I want to change

But really

Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better

I want to come through and not be second guessed

I want to find the money to fix my nose

And learn to breathe without pacing

I don’t want to be depressed

I want to find a haircut that fits me

That hasn’t been co-opted by nazis

I’ll settle for some rest, I want to move on

I want to feel more important

I’m trying to be fine

I swear I’m trying to be my best

Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better

I want to come through and not be second guessed

I want to find the money to fix my nose

And learn to sing without pacing

I don’t want to be depressed

I want to find a haircut that fits me

That hasn’t been stolen by nazis

I’ll settle for some rest, I want to move on

I want to feel more important

I’m trying to be fine

I swear I’m trying to be my best

I’m walking backwards, these wasted years

I’m walking backwards, these wasted years

And still nobody knows my name

My shitty songs, or my chubby face

I want to know how to be okay

Do the things that people do to find a home in the end