Delicious cheesesticks. (Maroney.)

[Verse 1] This is how depression starts: Swiftly; without warning I’m still mourning things yet to happen All because I made of mess of napkins; mortal sin This portal ends somewhere between the lion’s den and the magic cupboard he’s in I left my courage in an imaginary place I ask each day what more is in store I’m scared, I’m indoors, I want no part of this I smell a foul stench in the air, where’s Artemis Pardon this pensiveness plus this persistent irrational distrust of cardigans I’m guarded no matter the position the card is in Wary of the face-downs This isn’t trap You don’t know what to say now, dummy pants, so you throw your thinking hat high up... and Shmoney Dance [Hook] I understand, you’re not impressed, but you can keep that to yourself Cause you can’t do what I do, if you think you can, go screw yourself ‘Cause that's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free cause-) That's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free) I understand, you’re not impressed, but you can keep that to yourself Cause you can’t do what I do, if you think you can, go screw yourself ‘Cause that's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free cause-) Yeah, that's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free) [Verse 2] Each song is BART graffiti; each line is a chalkboard gag Each day my intelligence fades, so I write simpler things, and talk more bad But I talk more, right, moron? Add a social point to the sheet you keep score on I’ll probably still "fail at life", but that phrase is stupid, and I made it useless, ‘cause I don’t live And I barely exist 4chan lurking prepared me for this But I’m bad at letting go, so I made two Horcruxes from an unmixed snare and a kick I’m a corrupted kid with a slick tongue, but which one? One has a poisonous parcel Every day feels so hit and miss Really, I should put faith on my Christmas list [Hook]