Crywank - Woodchuck lyrics

How much wood could I chuck if I gave
A flying fuck about chucking bit's of wood?
I wonder if I would
Or would I just do the same and say it's
What I do when I don't do it everyday?
Just take the process as my name
And now I feel ashamed
When I say it's what I am
I am lying to your face!
I'd like to say I'm what I love
But if I loved chucking wood
I don't think that I would chuck enough

Oh if Peter Piper picks a
Peck of pickled peppers
Does Peter pick them forever?
And does the pepper picking really
Define our Peter Piper?

Now would I still be a
Woodchuck if like Peter I


Picked peppers but I chucked
Wood when I could
And should I give a flying fuck if you see
A pepper picker or you see a woodchuck?
It'd be nice to be defined
By what we love but
I don't think that we think
That we're good enough
We're all imposters who've been
Riding on luck, posturing until the day that
We're eventually shown up
Pray tell the shadows of what we
Project to be affixed to us
A pessimistic pest exists amidst us

Face fears they find out your fakery
I think you are where you deserve to be
When definition wields weight over you
Know rational people feel like
They're faking it too