Worse

[verse 1]

There's somethin' about when things are going to well
That tears me to bits
Nothin' really to complain about
No nothin' to fix
It's like maybe I enjoy fucking up my headspace
Mental health down the drain
If there's no issue, no crisis
Then why campaign?

[bridge 1]

'Cause my problems, you could say
Are easily avoided
But the check that I was written
Was already voided

[Chorus]

That shit hurts
Am I a silver tool or just a golden turd
Stuck to the bottom of your shoe?
Lost in the purse
Thinkin' 'bout hiring a curb stomp
Then riding around in a hearse
And though I do my best to rehearse
Somehow I know my words will make it
Worse

[solo]

[verse 2]

I shut my mouth when I'm told that I'm wrong
Truth be damned
When controversy starts to heat up
Don't wanna burn my hand
But once I was told that I don't act in my interest
Lookin' like a beaten path
To others a given
To me, too much to ask

[brige 2]

And my problems you could say
Have obvious solutions
But I don't know, sometimes
I can't tell truth from illusion

[Chorus]

That shit hurts
Am I a silver tool or just a golden turd
Stuck to the bottom of your shoe?
Lost in the purse
Thinkin' 'bout hiring a curb stomp
Then riding around in a hearse
And though I do my best to rehearse
Somehow I know my words will make it
Worse

[solo]