Pollution / Disclaimer Video (MV)

This toil's not what I'm made for,
Head's not so full anymore,
The load was not so hard to carry,
A lack thereof brought me to my knees,
You tested my maturity,
The apple takes bites out of me,
I want to see a fight,
I want to see a fight,
I want to fight this setting sun,
But it took far too many months to learn that suns can't be outdone,
They'll burn your skin off, even the pretty ones,
But they're only pretty due to pollution,
What is beauty if what creates it is bad,
I'm fully here but fully sad,
I want to sing but just to add to all the sounds that turn monotonous before long,
And you're just like them,
The trees withstand the storms but don't assume they wouldn't like to fall,
I think it would be nice to fall asleep and know that I'm not all yours,
I'm not all yours,
Well there is plenty out there still to see,
And you were not required to stay with me,
And there's no other like you but that's okay because there's billions like me,
You were very difficult perfection but I prefer easy mediocrity,

I think I know more with each stage I pass through,
And I think I like the thought of not seeing you,
I'm awake in the ground the darkness soothes my eyes,
And I hear shovels digging and killing the mood,
But what more can I do,
I've got no more than some nights full of fun and some popular songs and a girl that's my type,
Plus a lot more who aren't in love with me but in love with the music I write,
That means something, right?
Well they say it does,
Soon as the words leave my mouth they create a buzz,
Soon as the tone leaves my voice I start trying to sound like I'm an actual rapper,
I never claimed to be,
And honestly, I never promised you anything,
I don't do this for the sake of satisfying the fans,
And while it's nice to know I made the song that's making the dance,
I find it necessary that I say some things in advance:
This started out as a vie for attention from an ex,
And I'm the most creative when I'm an emotional wreck,
Every happy song I've written ended up pretty bad,
And it's hard to smile when they only cheer if you're sad,
I never promised you a genre or a dance-able song,
I never promised that this one wouldn't go on for too long,
And I don't care if they listen,
They either won't or they will,
But I've been just talking for two minutes and you're listening still.