Professional Behaviour

[Intro] Um so, Thomas. You say you want to be a professional musician, producer, whatever. Uh, we were kinda thinking, over here, that uh you should maybe not uh. We need to broaden your fan-base basically. If you could uh, not write so many songs about half-blind Scottish teenagers who are, you know, just very despondent to the way the world works then uh. I feel like you could maybe, I dunno sell some songs, you know make a living, buy a house, buy a car, you know? I don't, what do you think? Thomas? Are you even there? Fuck this kid [Verse] My vision is the weight that I carry on my chest My memories are time that I felt I could invest Into life, without losing speed or momentum I treasure every memory but doubt that I deserve them Convoluted conscience got me questioning my worth, while Folk who prosper often barely share their hurt smiles Nothing but rainbows for those who bare their souls none Their conscience is not on, I wonder if they own one I wonder if possessed is a chest full of burdens Of nights left alone, their sorrow simply burning The flame full of blame, regrets and their past friends I'm not trying to kill the buzz just wonder if they have them Nights, where death is the option that seems easiest Where music isn't working and movies aren't pleasing them Where art is too modern, all the classics butchered Where light only flickers and indifference is the future [Hook] Well I've been up, oh I've been down Oh, I've been down under the ground It took a death, it took a year But now I'm here, yeah now I'm here Go away? Nah I think I'll stay Another day at least I'm back for keeps, I'm back for people Who've always believed in me (sorry) [Verse] The words I found profound now dumbfound, they're just sound They are hollow in the bodies of the text I'm surrounded by I rebound through this house, the one that wasn't home yet I wish for lips or hips, that justify this home's wreck But alas I am a weakling linking weeks with my weariness The glottal stop I am, just skip me when you're speaking this I'm serious, but do not take me so, or hearing this Is not the worst mistake that you've made, it's near to it Period, this common comma splice slices through my life Til I'm enticed by things that take away my sight Hard liquor on my palate and I paint with rusty knife Grotesque self-portrait, I'm self-centred, I am like A million words are worthless if you don't know your name well A million hands are worthless if you don't know your brain well A million minds all think alike without a single brain cell A million names in one song makes folk know your name well [Bridge] Yeah (repeated) [Verse] I'm nothing but Thomas but Thomas is nothing I promise I'm honest and gone is the bluffing Gone is the stuffing my head in an oven I'm done with this life, I'm done with the "fuck it"s I'm done with the fuck ups I'm done with the "sorry"s I'm done with the stuck ups, I'm done with the worries I'm me. And that's all I can achieve I'm me, and that's all the facts I need So take me to the mountain, I wanna feel a peak again Or take me to my field man, I wanna see my friend I wanna ride the bus til the last stop it ever makes I wanna fill a million minds, I wanna die a million ways I wanna fly man, I feel I should make sense first And not become conceited after every fucking dense verse I wanna write a song that the radio might play soon I wanna be successful, I think that I'm afraid to