Old Crap

Go back to the old crap
 To the things you tell yourself you've gotten through
 But it's just been a week of
 Desperately trying not to sweat off the glue
 'Cause the body wants to do things
 That the body wants to do
 It's a shell coated in candy
 For the ground that waits for you
 Rip your friends off, write a new song
 Call it "Shame," and claim its indelible truths
 Play the victim, be a shithead
 Throw the blame at anyone coming for you
 'Cause the brain's gonna do things
 That the brain's gonna do
 I'm the worst kind of person
 And I'm still in love with you
 
 How's it animosity can just cut right through the fog
 Of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone?
 And it shapeshifts into guilt that corners you into rights and wrongs
 'Cause you told yourself you're the kind of person who knows how to move on
 And the only way to trick yourself into not feeling insane
 Are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain
 You know that nothing's real, but you sink your hooks into mistakes anyway
 And you're paralyzed by the "how's" and "why's," because people never change
 You can call it "angst," but I ain't seen proof that the world ain't fucked, and we ain't just doomed to the truth
 So sing along, "Ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba
 Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba
 Ba, ba, ba-ba-ba, ba
 Ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba
 'Cause I'm still gonna do all of the things I wanna do
 But the truth at the moment is I'm tired of the truth
 Yeah, I'm tired of the truth
 Yeah, I'm tired and I'm through