If I think a thought out loud and I am alone
Will I take my own advice
Or will the trees
That surround me
Start to absorb some sort of metaphor
Beyond what I intended
But then I have to stop because I realize
They're watching me
Conflate myself with something else
Generalize an entire patch of grass
Climb this mountain, see the soft serve scenery
And off I go again
Spiraling down trivial trails that are
Absolutely lousy with sticks and stones
It's tough to ignore those
I fluctuate between being obtuse and being obscene
I'd prefer stability
Maybe I just don't know what the hell to do with
This malformed state of mind
Wistfully wince while my memories meander
Overthink all of my conversations
Close my eyes, sink into the sunlit sky
First World Kids With First World Problems - Malform Lyrics
First World Kids With First World Problems - Malform Lyrics
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If I think a thought out loud and I am alone
Will I take my own advice
Or will the trees
That surround me
Start to absorb some sort of metaphor
Beyond what I intended
But then I have to stop because I realize
They're watching me
Conflate myself with something else
Generalize an entire patch of grass
Climb this mountain, see the soft serve scenery
And off I go again
Spiraling down trivial trails that are
Absolutely lousy with sticks and stones
It's tough to ignore those
I fluctuate between being obtuse and being obscene
I'd prefer stability
Maybe I just don't know what the hell to do with
This malformed state of mind
Wistfully wince while my memories meander
Overthink all of my conversations
Close my eyes, sink into the sunlit sky
Will I take my own advice
Or will the trees
That surround me
Start to absorb some sort of metaphor
Beyond what I intended
But then I have to stop because I realize
They're watching me
Conflate myself with something else
Generalize an entire patch of grass
Climb this mountain, see the soft serve scenery
And off I go again
Spiraling down trivial trails that are
Absolutely lousy with sticks and stones
It's tough to ignore those
I fluctuate between being obtuse and being obscene
I'd prefer stability
Maybe I just don't know what the hell to do with
This malformed state of mind
Wistfully wince while my memories meander
Overthink all of my conversations
Close my eyes, sink into the sunlit sky
Writer: Mike Shoolbraid
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