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properly - syrespite lyrics

[verse 1]
derealization, that’s my sense of realization
heavy intuition, i don’t need a technician
for a sense of maintenance, the damage’s already been done
easier than said, infamous that i’m a lonesome observer
alone, i suffer, and alone, i endure
i’ve got practically n0body ’round me, that’s a bummer
even whilst blastin’ lana del’ rey in the midst of summer
always been a fighter, not a f*ckin’ lover
been mistreated, so new people are hard to discover
mission impossible, and that’s a bother
loud in my silence, i’m tom cruise rather*
yeah, ’cause i observe and spy like i’m no other
not a stalker, it’s just that i reflect on things where i don’t fit in
and i don’t think i ever will, so i took a pill
opioids felt funny, but my voice raspy when it was oxy
then i realized none of this sh*t is for me’
used to cut myself and left scars that i still got to cover
motherf*ckers talking ’bout, “are you a fighter or lover”
actually, i’m none, i’ll probably die alone from a self*murder

[chorus]
i don’t know how to socialize properly
profound in awkwardness, so stay away from me
i’ll forever remain alone in the winter cold
the surrealism out my soul, so i don’t even grow old
and i don’t know how to socialize properly
profound in awkwardness, so stay away from me
i’ll forever remain alone in the winter cold
the surrealism out my soul, so i don’t even grow old
[verse 2]
money is sure accessibility, but can’t cover vulnerability
can’t buy time back, wit’ golden memories attached
your mind’s not intact, the currency isn’t a “simple patch”
you’re own enemy at that, but own remedy that you ain’t glad*
’cause the bad is what’s fixated, and instantly focused
like your soul close to be outdated, bein’ at the lowest
anxiety has me out; cold at the moment, hang up’ the phone or somethin’
’cause best chance, ain’t answering; i’m feelin’ like nothing
i deserve nothin’, and frankly, i f*ckin’ know it (uh)
social isolation is f*cked, but depression, i got to deconstruct
*and get rid of, but it just stuck me down like duct’
i’ve been skippin’ lunch, and i’ve been pretty out of touch
keepin’ it a buck, i think i need a book’ in terms of a consult
but i’m scared on what’ll happened, what if my eyes blacken?
though, stitch new eyes like coraline, do a memory wipe like stan, right?
and then i can keep true to sayin’ that, “i’m f*ckin’ fine” (mhm)
the truth of my hurts bleed through on what i’d imagine
so i write songs, right my wrongs and empty out my tongue
my bad if i speak latin, and you just don’t understand it
just read this back again, and comprehend it; through your head (uh)

- syrespite lyrics

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