17 Coked Up Speeding Lyrics

I'm 17, coked up and speeding
And I cannot swear that this is actually happening
Collecting names scrawled out on paper napkins
And confusing love with squalid, base attraction
I'm 21 and she's called the cops to take me
As I weep my eyes bone dry in the back of a taxi
I'm so convinced that now it's finally too late
Disembodied, friction based, toothless in an empty face
I don't mind if I spend my time humping a fault line

"Hey, kid!
You're not a kid anymore!
You're not a kid anymore!"
Said the fool to the mystic
"Be realistic!"
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
"You always think too much and feel too little"
"Hey, kid!
You're not a kid anymore!
You're not a kid anymore!"
Said the fool to the mystic
"Be realistic!"
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
"You always think too much and feel too little"

I'm 23 locked up in the asylum
Listening too much to my own album
Sent me spinning out death-wish-bound to forge a callous
Stomping on the seesaw where I balance
I'm at that age where I actually go to parties
And I sit in the back with a drink and let them judge me
While I pray to the devil that a hurricane comes to take us
We'll be torn away from all the ways we fake trust

"Hey, kid!
You're not a kid anymore!
You're not a kid anymore!"
Said the fool to the mystic
"Be realistic!"
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
"You always think too much and feel too little"
"Hey, kid!
You're not a kid anymore!
You're not a kid anymore!"
Said the fool to the mystic
"Be realistic!"
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
"You always think too much and feel too little"

"Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
You're not a kid anymore!
Kid, you're not a kid anymore!"

Physic Nazism
Throbbing viral meme fissures eating my insides
Cut, maim, and drink beneath an obese sweltering sun
I am a vain little white boy with nothing to offer
Except the admission that we have become a disease
So if this is what your God has to offer I spit in his face