Harvest Bringer Lyrics

You know the sound that you hear from shitty hospital lights

That's the sound my brain claims dear for another sleepless night

Because a respectable peer insinuated a fight

And by that I mean I over-interpreted in my mind

We had a minor disagreement, but they didn't show dislike

But the Blue's Clues of insanity is certain that he's right

God forbid that two adults can settle up over a gripe

But I just can't accept that control is finite

This is just the way that

Business is run here, plenty of fun here

We just got new imports, picture frames with some fears

It's like Pandora's box, good's buried under the bad

Problem is it's the shittiest picture frame I ever had

Maybe I'm an overthinker

Maybe I'm an under-drinker

Maybe I'm a problem linker

Who imagined a middle finger

And sorta let the vibes just linger

Before I'm told I'm a dead ringer

For the person in your dreams hiding from my own screams

God knows I'm not the harvest bringer

A tiny part of my brain's going minorly insane

Doing its best to decode all the things you keep saying

And it's probably why I'm staring at the dark at 4:08

It's not my fault, this is just the way I'm made

This just seems to be the

Factory default, thought caused a free fall

Now we're on the freeway, brain speed is illegal

I'm getting pulled over by a man with my face

But he's a personification of the parts I hate

Maybe I'm an overthinker

Maybe I'm an under-drinker

Maybe I'm a problem linker

Who imagined a middle finger

And sorta let the vibes just linger

Before I'm told I'm a dead ringer

For the person in your dreams hiding from my own screams

God knows I'm not the harvest bringer

Alone with all these voices

And all these vices and advice I won't take

That takes up space in my brain

I am not interested in validation

Yet I'll misread and mistake conversation

As if it's an attack, knife in back

My train's about to crash

Insecurity station

Maybe I'm an overthinker

Maybe I'm an under-drinker

Maybe I'm a problem linker

Who imagined a middle finger

And sorta let the vibes just linger

Before I'm told I'm a dead ringer

For the person in your dreams hiding from my own screams

God knows I'm not the harvest bringer