[Verse 1]
Maybe I'm not really alive
Maybe I'm a spirit, possessin' people at times
This one's about to turn thirty from twenty-nine
And aside from societal pressures, he's doin' fine
Well, anxiety keeps him up at night
Another failure at sobriety, his cups held high
Introvert to mis-normal, he's somewhere between
Havin' a boner and flaccid, in a world full of plastic
He didn't make it in New York? Aw, man, that's a tragedy
Doctor Strange, his fingers sayin' "No, this how it had to be"
Still a Zeus, full of youth, chargin' up like a battery
Please excuse my "Achoo"s, fuck n***as cause allergies
Where's the king in the calvary? No one's savin' the day
Well, fuck it, I'm a bucket, coach put me in game
I think the pain, I kinda love it in a bittersweet way
'Cause, in moments, I feel nothin', I know I'm ready for change
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm me, me be, goddamn, I am
I can sing and hear me, know me

[Chorus]
If you want to destroy my sweater—