8 1/2 lyrics

[Verse 1]

Thought I had it all

Thought I'd live forever

Thought the world was small

Thought my words could turn to gold

I knew what I was searching for

I thought that I was thoughtless

Thoughts of mine were arsenic

Our hollow parts are toxic

How’d our heart to hearts get arctic?

Thought I told you I'm a beast

AlI I do is die repeat

I piece together puzzle pieces

Of my youth to find release

You see these single-celled amoebas

Sing to self defeatists

Speak and sell their secrets

Sink in seas of hell

I think I see how Caesar felt

These seasons seldom change

I'm rearranging with the furniture

She always sees the best in me

I focus on the worst in her

Trapped inside a labyrinth

These hallways seem so circular

One day I told my gods

I dug a grave that they’d be perfect for

The more I see the morbid scenes

The more I seem like Morrissey

I'm moored at sea & mortified

With these boulders tied to dormant feet

We're born inside a storm that breathes

A swarm of bees protects me

I feel empty yet I force my teeth

And now all I taste is chlorine

Everything is boring

Insects singing for me

Morphing from the morphine

All their words are foreign

More free than I've ever been

My portrait keeps on warping

[Verse 2]

Until the earth is swallowed hollering

How low can I get today?

Dark so it's like Halloween

Dark Souls with the hollowing

So hallowed be thy name

Halos are just hollow rings

Salo-ing, soaring up above LA on borrowed wings

Exhausted blue skies tasting like exhaust again

She always sees the best in me

I told her that I'm not a friend

All my poems posthumous

These people's quotes are plagiarized

Monochromic side effects, a state of mine

Maybe I'm just starting to fishtail

Heart is two fish hooks

That mirror each other

I’m uttering, all of my entrails

Are chumming the water

I’m under the weather

Been running forever

Becoming a martyr

For nothing my garden's still covered in mud

From the dahlias plucked in abundance

Apartment’s a bucket of blood

I'm partly to blame when I'm placing the blame

On the ones that I love

Look at em go

Hook in my throat

Rigor mortis chiseled in stone

To keep you alive I would give up my own

Every living thing I'll ever know is temporary

I can never give up being left alone until I’m buried