Message Sent lyrics

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I`ve got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I`m the type of kid who can`t be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I`m a mess so y`all can`t visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don`t know what personality or hand to give it

I`m a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed much
Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch
I don`t miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up
Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch

This stuff`s a whole other drawer
from a different dresser I`m not ready to address
I went to the west to get my mind off things and I`m already depressed
I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game face
Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don`t like the way it tastes

I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me
So I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies
I laugh at the mess I`ve created for myself until it gets unfunny
But I`m content in the fact that they don`t expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me

When I`m hungry I can taste it
I hide in the basement
Check up on me every now and then
Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again

Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing
I`d rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring
I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers
The `hunt and kill` method
I edit one third of a word per second

Your emails sit in my uns