Upon The Surface

[Verse 1: Spoonfull] I’m so fucking unlucky to be so lucky Every now and then I wish I could like myself as much as you love me I paint the walls a different hue just to change the scenery And find myself a different you to see what others see me in Sick of putting pressure on the holes in my skin To stop the bleeding, I might give it a brush to paint the meaning Like hush, I swallow it to kill the black I’m running through the quick sand (I’m tempted, there’s a pill for that) Take a little piece that’s hanging off the edge and peel it back You pretend you feel the muscles, pretend that I don’t feel the fat My friends are so hip that I should probably let em dress me I should let their tattoos and cigarettes impress me I should let their supersexy music taste affect me Unfortunately I don’t give a fuck if you accept me There’s lipstick and PBR in the pothole Cause I told all the atheists bitches it was a foxhole [Hook] Someone else or I’ll explode Upon the surface for [Verse 2: Sadistik] Why don’t you put away the gun? I taste the barrel on my tongue and I can’t look away or run I’d let you cook my brain and lungs If that’s what it’s gonna take to make my crooked face adjust I push away the love, you don’t look the same as us So I stay alive in case that I mistook the hate for trust I’m Kid A with the switchblade Make the pockets bloody I’m in rainbows come and taste my pablo honey And I will side-by-side again while I’m mourning and my morning breath is cyanide and gin How many hues of blue hide behind a grin? I don’t know but they usually do in spite of my intents When I walk alone in a skeleton that’s not my own No I’m not embellishing, I’m telling it with honest tones I’ll explode because I know nothing helps Floating on the surface wishing I could be [Hook] Someone else or I’ll explode Upon the surface for