Probably Something Cliche

Off of the Oxyfast

Hair (1)

You know I'm pulling out my hair

Running around, life's a long game of truth and dare

And the sooner you die, the quicker you win

But who the hell is gonna be your real best friend?

And

The campaigns, they never end

He campaigns for nothing just so he can win

And I wear my smile like a poorly worn wig

Happiness is my lipstick and I'm a damn pig

So as I hang these skeletons as decorations on the ceiling

You let me die slowly, and it's the first time I had feelings

So these magnets are hanging on the fridge

They say opposites attract but I didn't say nothing

So I'm clinging to this, so cold hearted

Who the hell are you and can you explain this?

Shake me off, hang a blank piece of paper

They look at it in awe but it's just a barrier

Well second-person, first-person, what's the difference?

You, me, you, you, we're both equally nuisance

And you know my hair is falling out

Better than turning gray, my grave is my mouth

And stranded in the forest as I eat myself

I solved life's greatest mystery but I'll never get to tell

You know I'm pulling out my hair

Running around, life's a long game of truth and dare

And the sooner you die, the quicker you win

But who the hell is gonna be your real best friend?

And

The campaigns, they never end

He campaigns for nothing just so he can win

Maps Made of Skin (2)

Well what's the point of finding yourself?

Said it was good for your heart, drove straight south

Well what's the point of finding yourself?

Came across a realization and then just fell

Straight to your death, mumbled your last words

You didn't speak up, stupid, so no one heard

Moved somewhere else to make a map made of skin

Said, "I don't know myself as well as the back of my hand"

And the only time you look at it is when you slap yourself

And sometimes when it hits you hard enough you find good health

You already draw on yourself, you draw with a knife

Figure if you press down hard enough you'll mark it just right