Betwixt Her Getaway Sticks From Autumn to Ashes

I'm not so-so
Puncturing and cynical

Side effects risk severing umbilical
Interrupt by every individual

Homesick, wish list, pathogenic populace
You're dead weight, some say
Guess that's what you make of it
But I got brass fists
Think I found a catalyst
But there's no perfect
It's all hit and miss

Don't try to disinfect my personality
I like my edges rough, I like offending
Maybe I'm full of shit or full of envy
Maybe I'm growing up, I guess we'll wait and see

One day you'll stare at me but not judgmentally
An antiseptic sound is just what bores me
I'll show you just how difficult I can be
But my opinion might be the enemy

I'm so surrounded by this urban pharmacy
It gets the best of you, it got the best of me
It always piles up when I thought I was done
I feel like Hunter S
I just don't have a gun