Misanthrope

Misanthrope

I could care less about who you know

I give no f***s about what you think

don't offer to shake my hand

I'd rather spit in your face

 

You can talk talk talk till your face turns black 

your tongue falls out and your eyes roll back 

and you'll finally understand 

you wasted your last breath

 

You can convince yourself I'm angry

I'm not I just f*****g despise you

you can try your best to recruit me

and my retort will rhyme with duck glue

yeah sometimes i get so lonely

bullets seem like a good meal

but then I come to my senses

and would rather serve them to you

 

I'll sit this one out 

this dry bench is fine 

I don't have stakes in your game of social plots 

so I'll decline I don't care if you mind 

I don't need more friends 

Cause the ones that i got now 

I can barely stand 

and I don't care whose coattails 

are keeping your ego afloat

 

Hell yeah I'm a misanthrope

a waste of life 

a useless dope

a grumpy selfish excuse of a human being 

call me what you like I don't give a s**t 

I'm overstocked on lack of ambition 

I've thrown out my five year plan 

and made peace with where I stand 

and for me that's f*****g enough