Shithead Prose 가사

All the saint's in the cellars hiding beneath the art they made Who's to say a miracle can be measured visually I'm over my indifference cause it doesn't fit Art is hell and i'm not the poster boy for it Who's to blame, i guess it's me Felt like shit when i got the call Who's to blame, i guess it's me Ruth, i'm sorry, i gave up because i was weak You taught me better, that will endure All the things you lived for through me Fold me out on the bed i made I disrespected myself and from where i came Double stitched my problems to every spot i lay my head Till there was no room left for me in my bed Hiding out or hiding in Losing time or cutting risks Spacing out or disconnecting or spitting shithead prose in the wind? Ruth, i'm sorry, i gave up because i was weak You taught me better, that will endure All the things you lived for through me Shithead prose for a human dynamo How can something so ugly give the world some thing beautiful I pass my time with the simple wonders of day to day I'm not sure there is another way But i do try when i think of who's given me The opportunities i passed on to find myself And where am i after years of searching Still 12 years old at 24 I'm still 12 years old at 24 I'm still 12 years old at 24