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I'm knocking on my own door
I'm waiting for an answer
I wonder if I hear me calling
Is there anybody fucking home?

A walking, talking lifeless body
Call me Joe, because I'm fucking sloppy
All these years of letting go
I included myself, yeah, I let myself go

I wanna try to exist
I'm tired of being a pile of shit
Other people have aspirations
When I just want to be created

I'm waiting for divine intervention
Lying down in the middle of an intersection
Even James Brown couldn't lend me soul
All the TP in the world couldn't clean up this asshole

But through all my oral defecation
Laced with kernals of self deprecation
I hope one day this Tin Man finds heart,
Loses his helmet and stops going full retard

I wanna try to exist
I'm tired of being a pile of shit
Other people have aspirations
When I just want to be created
I wanna live like average folk
The kinda of people who don't give a fuck
Nine to five routines, yeah, the mundane
The kind of fuckers who don't drink on Sundays

Don't wanna be emo at 30
Yet never thought I'd see this past birthday

I wanna try to exist
I'm tired of being a pile of shit
Other people have aspirations
When I just want to be created
I want to apologize
To all the people who put up with me every night
I don't mean to be a burden
I don't mean to be a turd

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from Singles​/​B​-​Sides​/​Covers, track released May 21, 2015

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