Normalcy.(Normal-See)

She said, life is like a box of eggs.
The fuckin' nerve.
So I guess if you live life, it's supposed to go rotten after a while.
Thanks for a nice try at a new modern cliche, but that shit didn't even almost make me smile.
I make shit too complicated, I want to go back to normalcy.
Take a harder look because there's more to me.
I guess we moved too fast, let's go back to when we met formally.
That's almost impossible, I guess you finally got bored of me.
I guess now, I'm back to wishing you would come back and adore me.
I'm not gonna be greedy and make you pick, his ass or me.
I knew we were on the same page, but obviously it was a different story.
I'm a normal ass dude, abnormal shaped body,an amazing personality, you need not say sorry.
Because through all the practicality, you avoided reality, and instead of opening up, you went past the formalities.
I'm not made of money, nor am I made full of love.
I don't plan to stay nice, nor act like a thug.
I do wear my heart on my sleeve, so I'm a road soldier.
Don't act surprised because you know that I'll hold you.
She's got my heart on tap, now I'm on a lifeline.
Like a junkie who got too close to the limelight.
I'm ticking and in any second I can blow like the dynomite.
But since I'm oh so normal, I'm just another expendable invitation.
Another marionette looked upon as an obsolete consolation.
But I'm also unique, so this usually sets off elation.
But since I'm normal, it will be a while before I break off this fixation.
Thinkin' about it, maybe my life IS like a box of eggs.
I won't let it rot, just throw each and every yolk towards the temple of your head.
I'm normal, so I'm gonna stick with this sizzle and walk with this sunnyside up.
You're OVER Easy and your life is scrambled, and babe, I don't give a fuck.

Say Hey There.

Love this. On rotation for everrrr..
Best lyricist ever.

"Whacha gonna do?
Slam doors, break a glass?
Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked ass
She still makes time to hate me
But basically, I'm overbooked - no emotional vacancy
Complacency seems so simple
Like fuck it, let me be the one you fight and call Mr. Right
It's an addiction, bound to stick around
'Cause a junkie won't bounce till he hits the ground

These drugs ain't as good as we wish they were
This buzz doesn't keep us from missing her
That love that built all of this emphasis
Built enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus
It's easier to leave it there
Each time I see your tears
Makes me need a beer to relieve the fear
I wanna keep a clear sky
And fly away like a meteor outta here
Maybe next year I'll reappear

Sometimes you make me feel like such a prick
That even I'm convinced that I'm the one that's sick
You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrists
Or you can choke on that blood from the tongue you bit
And when you acted up, you BESTA believe I blessed you back
I got a fuckin' fan base that can attest to that
I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
'Cause I want no motherfucking part of it

We're just two dogs on all fours
It's a tug of war for who loves you more
Blame it on tours, or locked bathroom doors
Or maybe it's cause my voice was louder than yours
And I'll be damned if I do this for forever
Everybody looking at me like I don't know better
Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her
Cause I've always been a go-getter

And now I got a head full of better off dead
I followed down them steps and slept in the wrong bed
If I had a breath of self-respect left
I'd set fire to the box spring to help it catch
Let these ashes represent the mattress
Director left the set, but nobody told the actresses
So she's still acting as if we scheduled a practice
And my soundtrack is compromising her theatrics

(You) You remind me of me
It's not a compliment, get your song on
(You) Who you trying to be?
Got no tolerance left for drama
(You) You would like to go free
Jump off the fence, let your claws out
(You) You remind me of me
Rough up all of them till they gone

There, here we go ahead with my threats to leave
Like I've ever left cause she wouldn't let me breathe
Instead I kept it deep it enough to get you to believe
That I'm incapable of escaping and setting you free
Well, I'ma open up that map and see the nation
Call it vocation, call it a vacation
You can find me at the airport, waitin'
Or maybe I'll be chain smoking down at the train station
With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack
Gotta go, and I don't know when I'll be back
Get my last pay check, smash and make steps
Gone on the road with ATMOSPHERE in the tape deck."