Only Human

(hook)

Half of the time I feel like I’m five

The other half I’m a worker in this beehive

I should go berserk when I’m told to drive

My own car because those are rare opportunities

don’t come often when you are a little kid like me

You held a visor over my eyes, I saw only what I could see

Now I’m prying your little dirty fingers away from me

I hope you're happy with your new machine

You can oil my geers but they’ll never be mettle

And everytime I say you’ll never get on my level

I’m lying cause we both know my level’s really zero

and everyone tells me to be my own hero

But how can you do that when there’s real heros in your life

who've had actual, physical, and emotional strife

They’ve been through more hell than I think I ever could

stomach but I know that if it was forced down my throat I would

force it down cause if I’ve learned one thing

life’s about what you can do, not what you're doing

(hook)

I’ve got flesh and blood clinging to these bones

I’ve got a body and mind to call my own

and a lot of shit I’d do if I weren't so weak

I’ve got a mouth on me but I still don’t speak

even when I try it still comes off weak

no amount of yelling can change my score

One desperate scream gets lost in the uproar

I’m so fucking emo, even I’d ignore,

myself, wait no, I’d slam the therapist's door

Yes your fucking right I slam that door on myself

Get your shit together stupid, pick yourself up off the floor

You need theses people in your life you need their support

Theres no excuse for you to be their, get up you whore

But miraculously, my legs won't lift won’t lift me off the floor

I cry no more, but I can't get rid of this half empty glass

and I don’t think I will, no matter how much water I pour for that

lunatic who's leering at me so I smile back

(hook)

I can't drive yet, even though I have the heart

and the motivation but I just lack the innovation

and the power to tear shit down or build a whole new nation

so I change the station but I keep getting garbage

watered down crap, that even I could write for a bargain

how can you be a writer when people don’t read

What's it like to say, yes indead

Yes I have all the answers, yes I know what's write and wrong

yes my days of making mistakes and fucking people over are done

You can’t fix my problems cause they’re all in my head

you shouldn't even try, no instead, you should lock me up

bitch I know you would, if you could see inside my skull

you’d know I ain't no good,

you know I don’t have the simple thoughts that I should

you know that I do all the shit nobody wants to see

I shudder, I snap, I break I bleed

I have flaws, I have strong beliefs

I have a heart of gold and, I need space the breath