Xergiok's Chagrin (a song for jib)

Dark times ingratiate, I scream "hello binge" Everything is yellow tinged; I guess this dream has jaundice Passed out red-faced just to see who could scream the longest Found the secret answer only to learn it wasn't what I wanted Now my head hurts and I don't know the passwords I rooted my fingers in dead dirt to catch the last worms The legion of shark-faced men with their daggers out Couldn't approach the speeding zen of the blabbermouth I listened to that folk band Learned the chords to Old Man Bought pounds of fair-trade coffee in lieu of roast ham Built a secure fortress around all my insecurities And bought a Brita filter to strip water of impurities [Hook] I scrubbed my palms of hot cheeto dust I sang the ordination song for vito on the bus (x2) Grow a neckbeard just to shave it off again Try harder to fit in with my girlfriend's friends I need a restroom break An excuse to sit on a dirty toilet listening to Neptune Estate Fuck those white girls with Indian headdresses I've been restless but never reckless While all my friends got drunk I flipped poems for a per diem to buy hot lunch Now my belly stays round, I know I barely been around [Hook] I scrubbed my palms of hot cheeto dust I sang the ordination song for vito on the bus (x2) Draped in Hong Kong polyester, sang the wrong songs among the throngs of court jesters I scribbled words on the walls of my mother's house Post-it note aesthetics in lieu of bread crumbs trailed about Then my tone deepened But first my voice cracked I had a banner but no courage found to hoist that They came to every rap show, I tried to act nicer But it was easier to hide in a corner and read Jack Spicer Then your favorite rapper lets you down one more time (x4)