And so I meander this hallway And try not to step on the cracks in the floor Don't think I know how to relax anymore Everything's either passive or coarse Either passing the course with the masses Or passing the torch that they using to scorch all the fabric Bask in the fourths on the staff 'Til the core notes collapse in the tracklists And I watch 'em all fall to the floor, watch 'em shatter into pieces Always knew I didn't matter in the thesis Didn't ask much, never tried to paint on my mirror To make my own face any clearer But things that used to be compliments Feel like insults now Things that used to be compliments Feel like insults now I'll walk a million miles away 'Til my insoles turn into dust Don't want my kinfolk hurting as much as I did When I first learned to burden this rut Speak like an arcade cabinet with arcane sadness Lost in a pac-man maze where the ghosts are never blue And the weather, too It's all dark and dismal 'til a better mood See, I lost my mind in a health potion They all want mine once the wealth goes in Mind so bright, sense of self so dim 'Cause I hid my old ways in the trunk But things that used to be compliments Feel like insults now Things that used to be compliments Feel like insults now And if all goes according to plan I'll be scoring my autobiopic Don't let 'em look up to me as a prophet Don't let 'em philosiphize on the topic And if all goes according to plan When I'm scoring my autobiopic I won't let 'em tell you the comedy's cosmic You don't need a punchline to be a bit honest With me