Thrift store clothes and cut my own hair
Sometimes people think that I'm homeless
I see the way that they look at me now
It's so obvious that I got nothing to offer
It all happens with a quick glance
They can tell they're dealing with a crazy person
I'll never be a part of that world again
And that makes me so damn happy
Dirt bag IRL
Spent the last four years at my house religiously drinking doing nothing
The sun was out but the lights were dim in my dingy room with my sea of empties
Laid out all my drugs on my desk like religious icons like sacrifices
I'll use these crude tools to get out of here away from you and into my own world
Dirt bag IRL