guardin - comic sans (lyrics)

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Lyrics for "comic sans" by guardin
if it were up to me
i would be a tree
sit under the sun and smoke a blunt full of debris
i ain't got a job and i ain't got no damn degree
but the time i spend is wise and hours split up into threes
so i'm hoping that the work i put into this sh*t is worth it
i ain't got nobody in my tent, up in this circus
write another body, make the header have a purpose
yeah, i like the title, but the sh*t you say is

if it were up to me
i would probably leave
split the door in two so i could walk through it with ease
i ain't got no destination set inside of me
by the time i hit the ground i'll start to feel it in my knees
stayed inside for twenty years and i can't tell you if it's worth it
everyone acquainted, they just know me on the surface
write another body make the header have a purpose
yeah, i like the title, but the sh*t you say is worthless

searching for acceptance in the ones i call my friends
i don't really talk, but i sure hope you understand
everybody talking sh*t can catch these f*cking hands
catch these f*cking hands
and lately it's been harder for me, try to understand
i put myself in prediciments that i never had planned
i don't go outside, if i do, it's for groceries and fans
any day now i could die, please, etch my grave in comic sans

if it were up to me
i'd be shootin' 3s
this would be a hobby and my shoe game would be sweet
i'd be 6'4 and driving foreigns down the street
maybe playing for the bulls against a team that i could beat
but i'm really not athletic, so i don't think it'd be worth it
i don't stand a chance, so i'mma stay inside rehearsing
write another body make the header have a purpose
yeah, i like the title, but the sh*t you say is

if it were up to me
i'd be more discrete
wander in the dark until there's blisters on my feet
tear off all my skin under the middle of the street
lights and crawl into a hobbit hole in midst of my defeat
guess the corners of my eyes can probably tell you that it's worth it
it's head vs heart and my thoughts tend to make me nervous
write another body make the header have a purpose
yeah, i like the title, but the sh*t you say is worthless

searching for acceptance in the ones i call my friends
i don't really talk, but i sure hope you understand
everybody talking sh*t can catch these f*cking hands
catch these f*cking hands
and lately it's been harder for me, try to understand
i put myself in prediciments that i never had planned
i don't go outside, if i do, it's for groceries and fans
any day now i could die, please, etch my grave in comic sans