This is the part where I blatantly rip of Milo And I'm self-referential all too often these days Talk of problems that I commonly face, but whatever And I speak in third person like it's omicron persei 8 And I'm versing my diversions in a Persian rug's Stitchin' with witch-hunt persistence 'til shit's done I sip from a big jug marked empty with a sharpie Descending as a harpie into innocence, hardly With these tentative bar schemes, emphasis, car keys Scratching on the side of the vehicle of life (vehicle of life) Scratching on the side of the vehicle of life (vehicle of) The only difference between miracles and tragedies is perspective And I will only use they in the cases its collective Unless made clear the same year by someone I love Which is everyone now so fuck it, got a preference? lemme know I think it's necessary now more than ever that I show Something similar to everything I don't Something similar to you and me frolicking in jubilee And dripping in the cracks of the cement I was born as a plant, I will die as a plant I will rot in dirt whether my cotton shirt Was Versace or some other meaningful brand I'm not meaning to stand for the immediate threat at hand But I am