Don't Think I'm Ready Yet

[Intro/Hook: Mark Everett + PuKe King] Don't think I'm ready yet (nah, probably no) I'm not feeling up to it now (I'm feeling quite down actually) I'm just not that steady yet (I'm shaking like fuck) And I don't need you telling me how (to be happy) [Verse 1: PuKe King] I'm such a fake king with my hands shaking As I'm eating up my fries and my heart's racing And I'm pacing in my mind to find a happy place But I'm still outside and there's terror on my face I'm such a fake king, my profiles never mention The fact I scratch my hands raw whenever I feel stressed and The fact I stand with hats on to put up some defenses Cos it's been six months since I left this house, depression? Ha! Don't make me laugh man, it hurts But I still avoid life, I'm just making me worse Just smile if I talk cos I need to believe That happiness is happening, it could happen to me [Bridge 1] I'm just gasping to breathe (but drowning's probably easier) I'm just asking to sleep (I'm tired of never seeing her) I'm just trying to leave (dying's probably easier) But I'd settle for a walk (I'm sick of fucking being here) [Verse 2] All my friends kill crowds, but I get views on 'tubes I can't support my life but I'm pretty good at tunes I miss my release dates though "it's due in June" This is two years coming, Parker Lewis Can't Lose But I'm not even him though, I'm PuKe King to you A rapper who raps well better than most do But meet me in real life and I'll surprise your face quick Cos people love PuKe King but Thomas? We all hate him And honest I don't say things for the effect any more Cos life is getting boring, when you know what's coming And honest I don't say things for the effect any more But repeating myself makes me feel kinda famous or something [Bridge 2] And I'm just trying to see(cloudy's probably easier) I'm just asking to sleep (I'm tired of never seeing her) I'm just trying to leave (dying's probably easier) But I'd settle for a walk (I'm sick of fucking being here) [Verse 3] It's no easier on the bus when the dirty looks come I gotta keep a clear head and pretend it's the sun It's cos of the sun that they squint the way they do But when I see the sun, I look the opposite way I'm walking down the street and two men greet me smiling They tell me about God but my headphones are turned up I lie that I'm a Christian and their business they should mind it But they continue to talk until I throw up my lunch Smiling won't sell my apology but the messiah I should buy it? I don't think I will, I'm just browsing 'til the rain clears And when I watch my video and some cunt laughs loudly I punish myself for not hearing what they hear [Bridge 3] I'm just gasping to breathe (but drowning's probably easier) I'm just asking to sleep (I wish I could see her) I'm just living to die (so yeah take me for granted) I would've settled for a walk (but now I want the planet)