It's History, It's Poetry

It’s like a midlife crisis already has it in for me
I guess all this means is I’ll be dead by forty
I get so caught up in the future that the present’s just a blur
I get so caught up in these anecdotes because I am obsessed with words
And failure seems to scare me more than death
But hey, I think I’ve got at least a solid fifty bucks to my name
So, clearly I’m okay.
Yeah, clearly I’m okay.
I hate the way that I behave when I’m feeling so worn out
Like I’ve got one foot in the grave and the other in my mouth
Is it just me, or does it seem like
The world has a hit-list and no one survives?
Am I in its crosshairs?
I’ve put in my time.
The nihilist in me is closing his eyes
If the world went up in flames tonight
Maybe then it could finally shed some light on
The questions eating me alive like:
Are my parents proud?
I hate the way that I behave when I’m feeling so worn out
Like I’ve got one foot in the grave and the other in my mouth
Because contradictions are what I do well
I’m a narcissist who hates himself
I’m the king of ego in this town
Who’s plagued with crippling self-doubt
But I’m okay
For now
I said I’m okay
For now
The world has made me feel so small
And I’m sure that you can tell this doesn’t bother me at all
She said, «Are you even sorry?
Are you out for blood or glory?
What’s your story, boy?»
Is it too much to ask for both?
Blood or glory?
Is it too much to ask for both?