Doctor Faustus from Tooth Truth by The Michigan Apple Clone

I masturbate whenever I’m bored
I need to get out more
Trust me I hate myself
More than you hate that metaphor
And I act ignorant
Because I’m insecure again

I fall in love in seconds and then out in one
That fake persona Maggie’s crafted seems to be spot on
I am an ancillary version of a precocious son again

I self mythologize
But I can’t write as well as Beth
Bishop or Kerouac
So I’ll just take another breath
And punch the mirror out
While I consider my own death again

I’d be an atheist
But without God I would never sleep
After these surgeries
There’s not much left of me to keep
I’d sell the rest for laughs
And trust me I get those dirt cheap

Somebody castrate me
Somebody take away my phone
Somebody curse me out
But please be mindful of your tone
I’m lying to myself
We’ll say I’m better off alone again

Is that machine gun fire
No it’s conversation among friends
Why do these groupthink vibes
Fill my mind with moralizing vengeance
I efface myself
Just to get attention

It seems like all of this has happened, happened, happened

A thousand times
I’m not okay
I don’t need shrinks
I have two scars
I’m sorry that
I changed so much
I made you cry
I have no me
But you have me
Yes all of you
My tainted joints
Are prostitutes
I sold ‘em off
But had to pay
Compare myself
To Doctor Faustus
Nectarine
I bit into
Had bugs inside
From Arkansas
I wanna cry
I cannot cry
And you should laugh
At this white guy

• Acoustic
• Andy Shauf
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• sufjan stevens
• Virginia