Abacus Lyrics

It's not my fault - its all yours

It's not my fault (Well, of course)

Addicted to fast food

My gut biome seems to crave the It is - I can't move

Confessions of an asshole

Tidal wave to sand castle

This is boy vs manhood

Corporations sell us joy in a canned good

Erase the memories and I'll be fine

There's beauty in a spotless mind

My eternal sunshine

What's said has been said

But you haven't said much

While I'm waiting for answers

And biting my tongue

Lying through my teeth: "I don't mind at all"

No mind at all, my wiring's off, id controls the calls

The muscle memory's so comforting

Overthinking every mishap until I'm suffering

Hypocrites - I can see through the lie

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die

From Abacus to Watson

You can play the hero and I'll be playing possum

You can pick the flower I'd rather wait for blossom

And You can see the pollen while all I see are toxins

Swan dive into the pavement

Cried wolf so many times they probably think I'm faking

Should I try and fuck it or just let it be?

What's wrong with Inadequate, he's so finicky

Feeling fake - astrology

Every time I wannabe

Honest, it's a novelty

Shaken I feel wobbly

Conscious or subconsciously

I stay within the probable's

Till I propose and option 3

Cuz 2 and 1 are not for me

Never thought I'd make it this far

Or at least that I wouldn't be so pissed off

I'm atlas with all this weight upon

All I want is live, and they just want me to throw the apron on

It's easy

To live life so routinely

Smoke too much I'm wheezing

Born rich? That's just cheating

So tell me, do you even even want me at all?

Cuz I think my cold shoulders would need the time to thaw

This maniac's so uninteresting

The drive that's full inside my skull needs partitioning

There's just too many moving parts

Is he counterfeit or a counterpart?

Hold a grudge like I hold the mic

I will never let it go, yeah just to spite

Your grass looker much greener from my lawn

Put a bullet in my brain and poof we are gone

Well, to me you are though

Won't see tomorrow

Just a piece of cargo

Can I be really just a barcode?

I can't seem to find my soul

I must of misplaced it

Where did it go?

Is this really who I wanna be?

I swear I could make it better with a time machine

So it's true that I'm never not myself

So I'll astral-project and wish my body farewell

It's not my fault - its all yours

It's not my fault (Well, of course)

(No I don't need your help at all)

(Of course I need your help well, duh)