When you judge everybody you’re scared all the time
You start deeming folks unworthy left and right
Feeling like garbage, angry and bitter
Shitty springs blossom from crappy winters
Must be at somebody’s mercy, but whose mercy?

I know it’s so foolish to dwell on the past
But as of late I’ve been dwelling, dwelling bad
So I’ve got to know, is your house on the market?
I’ve got to relocate some unwanted habits
Shake a few of these ghostly co-signees

I took it down to the embankment
Billboards and little guppies
Headed down to my place of respite
In the shade of the camphor tree

To know and love other people is to constantly generalize
I will never know you and sometimes it hurts being surprised
I guess it’s high time we get used to it. I still get surprised, but I’m using it

Every day I die and I wake up
With the IQ of a two-year-old
Making way for new construction
I’m sorry, the property’s been sold