iii Youretheman from Melodrama2009 / Saintaugustine by central standard time

Everybody thinks youre the shit when you're singing your songs
To a crowd of all fools
You say to me at my worst
About the me at my best
But we are two different men

Everybody thinks I'm a man with a gun for brain
When the lights are turned off
and the people retreat
that's the me at my best
And that mans not my friend

Every man alive seems to know
Some specific undead choreo
but the man i stare into the eyes of
i know the ins and outs and the lies of
I know it's

Not an excuse to be made when the cards are all stacked
And you still complain
To the shadows and walls
In your heart of hearts
Your hearts not a man

a man with an urge to protect
the people he'd care about
if he had a heart to
lie about on the days
when he acted it out
this man's not my friend

every man alive looks at me
in testosterone-fueled misery
i worry that they'll rip my tongue out
leave me alone after ive been wrung out

everybody's reading my phone
from behind my back
they smile to all their friends
what a cheat, what a hack
he thinks he can infiltrate
this kingdom of our design

falling off the edge of the earth
with my hands in my jeans
you say its not that bad
i scream back what do you mean?
the world is falling apart
and you are not at its core

i swear to god that nobody cares
how come suddenly i've become aware
that im not who you said i should be
if im not you then who are we

everybody thinks you're the man
you're the man you're the man
everybody thinks you're the man

• Folk
• bedroom folk
• indie folk
• liminal core
• Milwaukee