Verse 1:
Tough livin, grindin' teeth, bruxism
Got bullied as a kid & I guess it stuck with him

There's a thin line between walkin' by faith and trippin' on ignorance
I'm cynical ruining Santa Clause to little kids
We used to stick out our tongues, playing basketball

Now we imitate these commercials for alcohol
Take this aderol, join this alter-call
Cuz after all we aint nothin' without our armor on!

Sentimental shoe box full of ego boosts
Stuck in a rut so I like to make people move
Writin' raps on the back of my diploma

Get a steady job already, be a freakin' grown-up!
It's a trip gotta be a rider like Winona,
In this game love means nothing, ask Sharapova

Sarah's hopin' to share a moment and seretonin
But I'm barely open, stare is broken by mascara soakin


Chorus: Don't look at me, I'm just a deadbeat
My only concern is, making these ends meat
Anomie


Verse 2:
A smile from a girl can make your day

Until she pulls away then it's Export A
Eh, then you're left in a daze
Exhibit A is me as I pen this page

Haven't seen this opprobium since the fall of Eden
The Sun's a hollow beacon a distraction from the darker evenings
And when the smoke is cleared

A ticking time-bomb troposphere
Thank you for the noble warning Global Warming
But I wanna play pretend

Hold the hookah watch the oval's forming
And maybe lay in bed
How much longer will this acid rain land on me

Caught between the values of my family & anomie
I'm an anomoly, Anarchist Democracy
Embarrassed of myself yet I write it down for all to see

So this is me, yea this is all of me
Honesty's the policy, welcome to unpolished me


Chorus: Don't look at me, I'm just a deadbeat
My only concern is making these ends meet
Anomie


Verse 3:
Give me your arm to pull

Flip the barnacles
I'm just the unshaven man at the carnival
Trading tickets at the water-hole

All we want is rock & roll, we never made the honor role
Air-brushed Jesus Christ, dirty blankets when we sleep at night
Misled Bieber-ites,

Think puppy-love is the key to life
They get cheated on at 16 and lose trust in real life
Child-hood love letters fillin' up the campfire that's why they fantasize

About vampires...
And I'm not writing this, as a satire
You took optimism watched it as it back fired


We are the disposable, the arrogant un-coachable the children in the shadows, THIS IS YOUR MESS
We are the predictable, the know it all cynical, little boys & little girls THIS IS YOUR MESS


Chorus:
Don't look at me, I'm just a deadbeat

My only concern is making these ends meet
Anomie