"Average" Lyrics

Where's the horror in your story?

Tell me something real before you lose your head at 40

Catch me at a meal and I don't brag about my ramen

Find me fine dining I might whine about the caviar 

Why the prejudice of negative? I'm happy being sad

You can't take it away from me I won't take your Prozac 

Woke the lacquer in my atriums my throbbing chest will be the author of the depression compendium I tell them then I'm safe from em 

I cannot go from a bottom without a problem

Find my Shalom only Ollie with all the Ohana 

Town in a dome. am I homer fooled by a reflection? 

Back in my home I adjust my retina to better suit the repetition in a societal entitlement to be revelrous don't use me in your aliquot your testing is too delicate for the carbon heart throb in my mellow rib cage at this age I'm risking getting dizzy

Place a dirty simile and word it differently adjacent 

All my lyrics peer into the polar of elation

I hate it when I like my songs, 'cuz that's when I'm complacent

The second that I know my worth I can't make the songs I'm making 

So take the horror from my story

I'll tell you something real before I lose my head at 40

Catch me at a meal and I'll brag about my ramen

Whisper through my cash to tell you all about my problems

And I'll tell you I can't see the past 

But I'm a sack of shit if I can really relax in wicked pacifism cuz I see past the somatic boot of that position laughter to a cataclysm perhaps I'm missing fiction but I'd rather live with facts than catechism

I got the spinner and a killer hook fishing for a species that I wouldn't cook

Up the haunted house, I am a walking haunted human i sink my elongated canines and suck the marrow through my fingernails at the peak of an anxiety trip 

Do I really know the back of my hand as good as I claim 

I could be a reptile in a clever game

A delusion set to complicate my life alas it's never same 

I guess I've got a problem

A problem getting my problems solved

Maybe I could drop them off into my Resolve to absolve

And still get nothing from it 

Lucky if I walk away with salmonella 

I’ve got the frontal lobe to harvest still I ask the Shepard "how is this?" and never get an answer then get fired from a circus tent into the depths of hell and luncheon with satan

So much horror in a story

I'll be another human set to loose his head at 40

Depression is more peaceful than the myths from mouth of shaman 

That's why I continue to bitch and moan about my tiny problems