Flaker Faker from Adams County by Charisma Rat

I'm just so glad you messaged me
An invitation to your party
I'm typically swallowed up at home
And you know I get to feeling alone
Sometimes this self-seclusion
Serves to compound delusion
And now there's nothing but suspicion
But you can help with my condition

But I'm not gonna go
I just can't wait to see you later
But I'm locked behind my door
I choose to scribble on my paper, on my paper, one behavior, body acher

Hope you don't think of me badly
Because it's true, I love ya madly,,,,,
But this requires my full attention
I get so mixed up with my intentions
If you wanted to bring it here
That's fine if you're cool with buzzing ears
But I'm sure you're fine if I don't appear
That much is clear to me, but time is so dear, so anyway

But I'm not gonna go
I just can't wait to see you later
But I'm locked behind my door
I chose to be my own entertainer, self-eraser, brain-vibrator, noisy neighbor, head-inflater, coffee-maker, masturbater

Well, I'm not gonna go
I'm just not up for social labor
I'm locked behind my door
And I can't wait to see you later, see you later, poor test-taker, body shaver, eating paper, cushion-caver, CD-maker, Flaker Faker

• Rock
• mersh
• punk
• Baltimore