sometimes i feel like a phone-sex phone-talker
sometimes i need to show them my web
it's a nifty ambition, but shitty i play them
knowing that i have no sex on my mind

i might want it seen i'm seeking companions
i want to be rid of the loneliness, yet
i need one good thing and guys' jizzum that isn't
my web is hurting for traffic at times

i don't ever wanna feel my life's pissed away
praying for the fame that comes making songs today
i don't ever wanna feel my life's pissed away
make it something famous once, make them all amazed

it's hard when twelve years pass and nobody's out there
it's hard to believe that i'm all alone
i see i can burn some with witty insults being
thrown here as i am targeting my life

i don't ever wanna feel my life's pissed away
praying for the fame that comes making scorn today
i don't ever wanna feel my life's pissed away
make it something famous once, make my scorn be praised

under average ain't how i've managed to write much
under average ain't how i could've said this stuff
under average ain't how i mock the town because
under average ain't how my brain does operate

here, i'll stay