Old Crap

Go back to the old crap To the things you tell yourself you've gotten through But it's just been a week of Desperately trying not to sweat off the glue 'Cause the body wants to do things That the body wants to do It's a shell coated in candy For the ground that waits for you Rip your friends off, write a new song Call it "Shame," and claim its indelible truths Play the victim, be a shithead Throw the blame at anyone coming for you 'Cause the brain's gonna do things That the brain's gonna do I'm the worst kind of person And I'm still in love with you How's it animosity can just cut right through the fog Of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone? And it shapeshifts into guilt that corners you into rights and wrongs 'Cause you told yourself you're the kind of person who knows how to move on And the only way to trick yourself into not feeling insane Are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain You know that nothing's real, but you sink your hooks into mistakes anyway And you're paralyzed by the "how's" and "why's," because people never change You can call it "angst," but I ain't seen proof that the world ain't fucked, and we ain't just doomed to the truth So sing along, "Ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba Ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba Ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba 'Cause I'm still gonna do all of the things I wanna do But the truth at the moment is I'm tired of the truth Yeah, I'm tired of the truth Yeah, I'm tired and I'm through