The Narcissist Cookbook
Functional Poetry
[Verse 1]
There (There, there, there)
Must be a line between functional poetry
And self-flagellation
With a beat and a melody
These songs I've been writing
Are ever increasingly lists of my vices and fears
I tell myself that it's art because honesty
But honestly, honesty hasn't been good to me
Lies and adrenaline are natural medicines
I'll take a nap while they steer
[Verse 2]
Likе a shitty MacGyver
I improvise problems with еveryday objects
Here's one I built out of milk jugs and matchsticks
So even when I'm in a twist about nothing
I still got the comfort of sucking at something
Now, I still apologize mostly on reflex
To shut down your feelings
Wallow and disconnect
But it's not my fault
It's just one of the side effects
It's going to be like this for weeks
[Verse 3]
Oh, and this is just what I need
It's just what I need
When do the symptoms begin to recede?
(It's just what I need) It's just what I need
(It's just what I need) It's just what I need
(It's just what I need) I feel the heat of your head on my cheek
Maybe together
We might be better
More than the sum of what makes us both weak
Before you arrive and I let you inside
Oh, promise you'll leave
Promise you'll leave
Promise you'll leave
When my shit gets old, honey
Promise you'll leave
Promise you'll leave
Promise you'll leave