The Honorary Title - Properly Balanced lyrics

Small bolts of blood shoot across The circumference of his, of his eyes It smelled of fish, piss, puke, and garbage Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise It's getting old now It's getting old now It's getting old Don't call me when you're moods I'm properly balanced 'Cause I was there now for the worst part of this Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk Holding his breath as the garbage truck pa**es by His breath now breathes un-fulfillment Which for a moment he just pushes aside It's getting old now It's getting old now It's getting old Instincts read the buckling seams And stitches over the wealth of the healthy and the uninterested Don't call me when you're moods I'm properly balanced 'Cause I was there now for the worst part of this Don't call me when you're moods I'm properly balanced 'Cause I was there now for the worst part of this I twitch and cling to these, these images that I foreseen I jump at any noise that the night, the night will bring I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear it anymore I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear it anymore Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk Holding his breath as it all pa**es by Holding his breath as it all pa**es by I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear it anymore I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear it anymore