"comic sans" lyrics
Eric, E-Eric, look at me
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)
If it were up to me, I would be a tree
Sit under the sun and smoke a blunt full of debris
I ain't got a job and I don't got no damn degree
But the time I spent is wise and hours split up into threes
So I'm hopin' that the work I put into this shit is worth it
I ain't got nobody in my tent up in this circus
Write another body, make the header have a purpose (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is- (Goofy, do you even use your head?)
If it were up to me, I would probably leave
Split the door in two so I can walk through it with ease
I ain't got no destination set inside of me
By the time I hit the ground, I'll start to feel it in my knees
Stayed inside for twenty years and I can't tell you if it's worth it
Everyone acquainted, they just know me on the surface
Write another body, make the header have a purpose
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless
Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends
I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand
Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands
Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah
And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand
I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned
I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans
Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in comic sans
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)
If it were up to me, I'd be shootin' threes
This would be a hobby and my shoe game would be sweet
I'd be 6'4" drivin' foreigns down the street
Maybe playin' for the Bulls against a team that I could beat
But I'm really not athletic, so I don't think it'd be worth it
I don't stand a chance, so I'ma stay inside, rehearsin'
Write another body, make the header have a purpose
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is- (Dumb, it's just fuckin' dumb)
If it were up to me, I'd be more discreet
Wander in the dark until there's blisters on my feet
Tear off all my skin under the middle of the street lights
And crawl into a hobbit hole amidst of my defeat
Guess the corners in my eyes could probably tell you that it's worth it
It's head verses heart and my thoughts tend to make me nervous
Write another body, make the header have a purpose
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless
Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends
I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand
Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands
Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah
And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand
I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned
I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans
Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in comic sans
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)
If it were up to me, I would be a tree
Sit under the sun and smoke a blunt full of debris
I ain't got a job and I don't got no damn degree
But the time I spent is wise and hours split up into threes
So I'm hopin' that the work I put into this shit is worth it
I ain't got nobody in my tent up in this circus
Write another body, make the header have a purpose (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is- (Goofy, do you even use your head?)
If it were up to me, I would probably leave
Split the door in two so I can walk through it with ease
I ain't got no destination set inside of me
By the time I hit the ground, I'll start to feel it in my knees
Stayed inside for twenty years and I can't tell you if it's worth it
Everyone acquainted, they just know me on the surface
Write another body, make the header have a purpose
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless
Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends
I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand
Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands
Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah
And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand
I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned
I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans
Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in comic sans
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)
If it were up to me, I'd be shootin' threes
This would be a hobby and my shoe game would be sweet
I'd be 6'4" drivin' foreigns down the street
Maybe playin' for the Bulls against a team that I could beat
But I'm really not athletic, so I don't think it'd be worth it
I don't stand a chance, so I'ma stay inside, rehearsin'
Write another body, make the header have a purpose
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is- (Dumb, it's just fuckin' dumb)
If it were up to me, I'd be more discreet
Wander in the dark until there's blisters on my feet
Tear off all my skin under the middle of the street lights
And crawl into a hobbit hole amidst of my defeat
Guess the corners in my eyes could probably tell you that it's worth it
It's head verses heart and my thoughts tend to make me nervous
Write another body, make the header have a purpose
Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless
Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends
I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand
Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands
Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah
And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand
I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned
I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans
Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in comic sans
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)
