Oh My God

Nothing comes to mind nothing left to say
My focus always changes anyway
Braid dead, sick of it, trying to make sense of it
Throwing shit around but nothing seems to want to stick
Put my fingers down my throat and vomit it out
My toes fell out from a case of the gout
Dumb dumb writers block
Call it what cha what cha want
Two birds no words falling from the very top
Into the abyss nothing left to give
Charlie Kauffman ain't got nothing on this
But it doesn't really matter cause we got time
In a world where attention spans are fried
My heads deep fried so serve it up
Supersize my soul, just add ketchup
And stick it in a bottle this SOS
Holy shit looks like we wrote a song I guess

Why does this have to be so difficult
Oh My God!
Why do we have to be so cynical
Oh My God!

Penny for your thoughts wrap it up I gauze
Bleeding from a wound you're so distraught
So fuck you, out of my way
Turns out I got stuff to say even if it sounds insane
What does it mean? Tell me what to do
What screws loose? What meaning do I choose?
Dizzy life, playing tough, King Louis had enough
All fished out so fuck it up or fuck it off
Kicked off the horse but I got it's tail
My eyes fell out just to read the braille
Boozy little battle for the forests and the trees
I'm pulling it together for the best of me
Mickey and Minnie on ecstasy
That's what I call real fucking chemistry
We doing it for Brazil, Slow kid, idiot
Say what you gonna say, we don't really give a shit

Why does this have to be so difficult
Oh My God!
Why do we have to be so cynical
Oh My God!