Post hoc ergo propter hoc (for Schopenhauer)

Taking naps reminds me a whole lot of time travelling Every morning groggier than the last My fragile mind is unravelling I woke up lost and muddy in the tree farm realm And I can project myself into scenes I've only seen on films I'm like a toddler With no sense of object permanence But I'm abjected And I'm mighty sure that's gonna be permanent I named myself after a fictional character Which says a lot about my mental health and various barriers That I've constructed Like a manically depressed Bob the Builder Attempting to reject my desires And ask what the fuck do we have Will for Steve Martin can play the banjo And there's a mutant ninja turtle That lives right under this manhole Take my ego and begin promptly to dismantle Till there's nothing left but a skeleton Who can't stay on tempo Long jogs, fitness clubs The euphemism treadmill You wonder if you're really alive And I am asking if I am dead still That line's gonna scare my dad real bad That line's gonna scare my dad real bad These fallacies are tempting I wonder if I write Rob another song Will that add to my redemption I can't ride a skate board But I'll replace your ball bearings People in malls think I'm so fucking scary Straight edge, vegetarian But I can't let go of these red herrings [Hook x6] Post hoc ergo propter hoc And I'm a robot Who can't can't stay on top And it goes