Mob from Sophomore by Darth Nater

If you asked me how much time I spend writing verse, verses lying in my bed
I would tell you to go to hell but secretly I’d know you spew the truth

If you asked me how to be a man
I would laugh cause I’m barely human, man or woman
With my fuming factory stacks protruding from my neck
Polluting all my friends

My solution has been my seclusion and my guitar
I need time alone to recharge
Cause it’s an extrovert’s world and I don’t care if I win
I’m just trying to fit in

And I know that riches won’t make me rich
But it feels that way sometimes, like it’ll scratch my deepest itch
And I know that fame won’t grant me sleep
But it feels that way sometimes, if I’m not loved I’m gonna die alone

And that’s my greatest fear; my greatest comfort
That I’m just like everyone else

If you asked me how much time I spend being myself verses reading a thesaurus
I would tell you to take your puerile derriere and saunter back to school
Yeah, haul your callow keister back to the kinder’s institute

And I know that pretensions won’t make me friends
But it feels that way sometimes, when I use words I can’t define
And I know that this façade won’t help me sleep
But it feels that way sometimes, like everyone is better than me

So that’s my greatest fear; my greatest comfort
That I’m just like everyone else
Yeah that’s my greatest fear; my greatest comfort
That I’m just like everyone else

• Alternative
• Spoken Word
• folk
• indie rock
• lyrical
• storytelling
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