Head Harmacy

Why does every hipster bitch
wanna look like Skrillex?
I cant help but stare
then I wonder why do I even care,
I'm tired again
fantasizing about an empty bed
sleeping is my new bar
I wanna do it while in my car,
broken hearts
have become my art
laughing as the pieces fall
but hey, I warned you all
I fall into my hoodie
thinking about who I should be
nothing comes to mind
I start thinking about time

tick,
tick, sick
people bug me too
now I'm looking at everyone's shoes
perfect doesn't exist
if it did, I wouldn't get zits......
I want it to rain
I'm sick of hearing my name
drown it all out and my thoughts too
my brain is a fucking zoo
the animals want to be set free
that sends me into a day dream,
blood everywhere, except the walls
then I hear the call
not from the wild, but the man himself
everyone else screams for help
except me
because I know
what will be
a phone rings
and brings
me back to where I was
pulling me out of the fuzz
temporarily,
there will never be harmony
in my head harmacy
I gather my things,
as I try to flee
I bump into another hipster bitch
trying to look like Skrillex