Roomer

I don’t like walking anymore

It gets me closer to the people that I don’t know

And they don’t want me anymore

‘Cause all we do is party, party on cortisol

I have a stash behind my temporal bone

But every time I try to share it with people they produce it on their own

So, buddy, I’ll better be staying at home

I don’t like walking anymore

I don’t like talking anymore

Every word I drop just flattens every toe

And I can’t stand how they look at me, no

The fear and the hate is so ferociously overthrown

So I will be back against the wall

With a chameleon jacket and a bucket of ethanol

It’s just the way that it has turned out to be

That the brain is burning the me

I’ll keep my word from you till I am alone

I don’t like talking anymore, no

I don’t like being Jay C

When all you people look at me

Like I’ve got a fucking idea

Of how to solve your misery, well I tell you one thing

Although I ain’t no Queen

Bee/B/Be yourself is the best advice from the The Hawkins Ministry

And I, I know that it’s simple and clean

But that is all, all that I am ready to be

It’s just the way that I am letting it go

Building bridges over every rabbit hole

It is my solitary mind

(Ah-ah-ah-ah) staying alive when facing adversity

I'm fighting fire with fire but

I just don’t wanna be me