Slowreader - Aging In Rhythm lyrics

The truth is i'm having a little trouble Deciding between the prize and money And it's not like its any easier With all these people hanging on my next word In a look not made like this mood I saw it clearly But i didn't know it was you Once famous for leaving, My small brained body Fell into the greatness of a bad joke Still meaning, in ruthless relevance What i had meant to suddenly start knowing They themselves don't have an excuse For what they're doing Just to barely fill their own shoes So if you notice That i look like sh** for a week Don't even worry This is just how i wear my clothes When i'm not Intrigued by first impressions Or swayed by cold rejections My brain makes castles from sand But i just do all i can