Honestly, Honestly, Honestly, Honestly

(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.4 [2006-2016] - 2016)

Honestly, honestly, honestly, honestly
I don't understand half the things that they fucking promise me
Saying, "Cut the hostility," with such animosity
Claiming no constraints and yet they enforcing 'em constantly
Fuck am I supposed to do?
Why am I the weird one
For seeing all the holes in you?
It's fearsome
But I no longer fuck with them nor hear them
Disappear behind the beer that I appear and peer from

Ayy, let the waves carry me
Once I'm dead think nothing ever does seem to embarrass me
Rarely not submerged, I'm a manatee
Keep on taking time off from humanity
The effervescent vanity
Finding clarity inherently in dormancy
And all they see is not enough apparently to hold it in
A balance the in a man I seem and always keeps on vanishing
Somewhere between the two is preferable and capping in on me