Awkward

I've got style

I work harder than anyone

And I can do it while I'm having fun

Yeah I’m a get, I’m a get, I’m a get get better

I want to be

I want to be somebody

I’m gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody

Now, now, slow your roll

Keep your head low

Your life is a joke

Don't make this awkward

Lay back in the fold

Can't make it alone

You're too fucking old

Don't make this awkward

Now and then, I get a little bit full of myself

And start dreaming, I can't help it

But you're a friend

You keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds

Show me how to doubt myself

And who knows where I'd be without you

Cry, mine is mine,

I clamp my head in the crease

Of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief

I’m fryin everything that incubates and ever was

Simmer fifteen rips, before I croak and die

I flipped that maggot out

I sniffed that dragon’s brow

I say I’m feelin when everyone is on my side

We think we’re relevant hey, we think we’re being admired

It’s slipping into this

All of you, all the heads, inside the hole of cause

We’re getting intimate

It’s a flu, in a vein

How do we disconnect from the arm

Am I a fool not to run?

Your nicotine in my lungs

How can I trust anyone but you?

The belief is a burden and a crop

Now the dream is only a memory