Side Sleeper

Belly up, face down, not me, baby
I'm a side sleeper
I'm a sideways son of a bitch
I'm a brokenhearted heartbreaker
Half baked guitar player
Sleeping in all day-er
Wannabe John Mayer
Big hit of the bong
Maybe write a better song later on

Sunrise, big stretch, not me, baby
I'm a night owl
I'm a pale skinned bug eyed freak
I am a cold blooded, no-money-having nobody
Oh buddy, Better get you some sleep

I be fiendish
Never seen a clean dish, baby
I'm a bad roommate
I'm a dirty undisciplined thief
I'm a TV time hogging, nothing up in my noggin
Sandbagging, bet I'm better off vagabond
We get along off-and-on
But would all be better off if I was gone

Deep breath, deep thoughts, not me, baby
I'm a fake Buddhist
A performative trust fund stain
I'm a big tapestry hanging
Wake and bake and eat bacon
Thin tattoo having, art school kid banging
Is cocaine vegan?
Fuck, I love to talk about me

But don't get it confused, boy
I am you, boy
There's nothing new under the sun, son
We're one of two at best
Don't get it wrong, John
It's only a song, Mom
And hey, I'd rather be seen through reliable eyes
Then rely on the eyes of guys with styes
You know, sugarcoated truths and sugarcoated lies taste the damned and it's a damned shame, guys
Keep on keeping on sleeping on sides

ETA, OMW, not me, baby
I am late always
Mr. Deus ex Machina
I am 10×10 minutes away 10 times a day
Tentatively gonna be there at all, tend to hide away
Don't tempt me with a rain check
I was checking anyway

PlayStation, vacation, not me, baby
I'm a broke boyfriend
I'm your parents' worst nightmare, Boo!
I'm a homemade giftgiving 'em
Uber Eats delivering
Feet kicking, we're giggling
Hands in your fridge again
Heartfelt note scribbling
One day imma pay it all back

Because
One note, dumb joke
Not me, baby
I'm a whole person
Who is as intricate as you, dear listener
I am a deep regret holding
Facial hair loading
People in power loathing
Sometimes go bowling
Hand me down clothing
Anxious when the phone ring
Jesse Wells cloning
Clear Clarence Carter Strokin'
Grew up reading Shonen
Still, I'm reading Shonen
Broke and maybe broken
Maybe not I'm joking
Voice recording posting
Hoping hoping hoping

Hoping
To somehow influence your view, boy
Because I am you, boy
There's nothing new under the sun, son
We're one of two at best
Don't get it wrong, John
It's only a song, Mom
I sleep on my side and leave nothing on my chest