Mr. Difficult

Help, I am in megadebt

And wanna sell at loss all of the septic lines I patched

Into the main event with some inane arresting glance

He gets why I play fight

I see Mr. Difficult

Then it’s easy to be Mr. Difficult too

But it comes the time to call you out

As someone I’m too hard to be about

Didactic ricochet, whatever, teach

Get lost in mumbling mouth to wall

I’m just a ratchet kid that sits here stretching out my thighs

Between the drills

But I’d never flex for your benefit

(though I always thought I’d be a benefit to you)

I was never good at smoothing out the mumps and missiles

I’m too hard about when it’s not hard for you too

They want the sportsman’s letter, I’ve already been there

With limited editions you could never care for

But still beneath the poster bait I got the message

Boys be sensitive and girls be, be aggressive

But you’d never get hit without earning it

And I only hit you first ‘cuz I deserved my own hit too

Still it comes the time to call you out

Since I’m the one that you should be about

But I’d never hit it for your benefit

(Though I always thought I’d be a benefit to you)

And it’s always time to call you out

Since I’m the one that you should be about