[Intro: Sewerperson]
Everything I collected in a box out by the driveway
Just like what we talk about, I'm doin' this shit my way
Everything I collected in a box out by the driveway
Guess we can't be everything we thought

[Verse 1: guardin]
I guess it's too hard to digest
Follow what you fear and measure it out in the Pyrex, I guess
I'm less invested in side quests
Quasimodo mindset, death is what I might check, mic check
My stress level's been subsided
Blinded by the eyеs of a girl from the island
Freckled facе brunette, red lips, and red eyelids
She is my Medusa, I am her Poseidon
Hey you, I just called again to say
I've been doing fine, so please don't worry 'bout a thing
Yeah, I'm working on myself again, the progress comes in waves
I feel better 'bout myself when I start exporting these WAVs
Hypothetically, if I was there, would there be more to say?
Would you tell me to my face or wait it out another day?
Got a lot up on my plate, tonight I'm wild in L.A. 
Guess there's more to life than this when I'm a million miles away

[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
Uh, couldn't get a thank you for this flesh that keeps you warm
I take out the veins and muscles fresh from out my body, I made a home
I fear love, the fuck? It's another infernal person leave me bruised
And I feel yucky, but I feel right inside my place with you
So I put magic in this blunt, there's Perc' in my shit, it's not no blue
And I put purple inside my cup and sip, this shit ain't self-abuse
Even in this van, I'm tourin', poppin' sips, I'm number two
But if you loved me how I love you, it'd be boring, baby, it's true
But these drugs will take away, they'll take away, oh, they'll take away the pain
I hope I can feel my body come the morning
Right now I swear, I'm locked away inside of my brain
[Outro: guardin]
Yeah, in my brain, whispering stories
They're all fake, am I alive?
Inside my grave, diggin' up flowers
They're all gray, hey