Milo - Folk-Metaphysics Lyrics
I should not sit on this couch and watch NetflixI should take pouty mouth pics for my press kitI should defy the rules of logicI should invent some quirky new merchandise productI just want to rap good and not sell bread sticksI will not become a martyr for the deadbeatsI will shave my beard off by the end of this weekI will go out and learn to socialize and figure out why all my ex-girlfriends hate meI'm going to put this big brain to good useI'm going to write rap songs to find objective truthsI'm going to be better than my fatherI'm going to upload well edited pictures to FlickrI'm going to eat a lot more Fig Newtons and sign petitions about women's rights movementsI don't make promises I can't keepWhich is why I won't make promises everAnd when I write letters to those ex-girlfriendsThat's going to be the headerI don't make promises I can't keepWhich is why I won't make promises everAnd when I write letters to those ex-girlfriendsThat's going to be the headerI wish I'd met you on Legends of the Hidden TempleI wish Hegel wasn't so incomprehensibleI wish I was more like the ÜbermenschI wish my fears didn't have such a putrid stenchI think my muscles should be biggerI don't know much about being in nothingnessBut I might just be a being of nothingnessI heard there's going to be a rap paradeCome on try a littleNothing is foreverIt's got to be something better than in the middleMe & Cinderella, put it all togetherWe can drive it home(With one headlight)We were driving and I yelled "Padiddle"You started crying so I cried a littleI'm almost positive if I made better mix CDs I would bother less with relationship complexitiesYou know, sometimes I stutterSometimes I forget to put on cocoa butterSometimes I wish I was better at song writingSometimes I feel like the master of thong wiringIn the future I will neuter my ambitionsI will give in to anxietiesI will observe superstitionsI will be Indiana Jones in small claims courtI will regret in high school that I never played sportsIn the future I will by passive aggressiveIn the future I will vote for the wrong guyIn the future I will by swayed by a strong brideAnd a very firm handshake and I will invite dinner guests over for ham steakI will be gone before the rise of the oceansI will become a squiggle in the string of quotientsI don't make promises I can't keepWhich is why I won't make promises everAnd when I write letters to those ex-girlfriendsThat's going to be the headerI don't make promises I can't keepWhich is why I won't make promises everAnd when I write letters to those ex-girlfriendsThat's going to be the headerCome on try a littleNothing is foreverThere's got to be something better than in the middleMe & Cinderella, put it all togetherWe can drive it home(With one headlight)We can drive it with weak contrivanceWe can drive it with weak contrivanceWe can drive it with weak contrivanceWe can drive it with weak contrivanceWe can drive it with weak contrivanceWe can drive it with weak contrivanceWe can drive it with weak contrivance
