Sage Francis - Trite lyrics

I'm having identity crises
"no we're not" "yes we are"
I'm having identity crises
"no we're not" "yes we are"

I don't have a feeling
That hasn't been felt
Feeling on my felt tip
Showing my handrevealing what
I've dealt with and how i'm dealing cut the
Deck evenly distribute the pieces
Of shit talking during our
Disputes on weekends
We can sing along to each other's song
Right?
Even if the interpretation is wrong, right?
Just make sure you don't
Bring the wrong mike
'cause i don't care about meeting a
Boyfriend we can all like (nah)
This song is called trite, hope ya like it
Could've substituted your name with
The title but
I decided that i'd keep it private
Violent dream sequences just seem endless
I can see myself making a heated entrance
To your workplace with a smirk on my face
And a tongue in my cheek and
A gun in my reach
Sneaking naked photos of myself under
The seats of your co-workers
Putting a knife to your throat and
Screaming out "i won't hurt her!"
They're like, "let her go!"
And i'm like, "let her grow!"
Prisoners wouldn't listen to
This their rational
Side was out on a furlough
I like turbo-nuclear family affairs
I want a wife, a house
And two and a half mistresses to
Call when i'm not there
Then hang up the phone
And have my wife call up the phone company
And ask the phone company guy "why?"

And he's like, "ma'amwell
Maybe you just don't know how to talk"
And she's like, "damnwellwanna fuck me?"
"yeah of course"

See? case closed and he knows
How to trace calls
So i can't make cranks saying
"i hate ya'll!"
I throw baseballs at my mirror
Break walls a tear a-
Nother page out of my diary
Throwing it from the eighth floor
'til i hear a
Pin drop unsuspecting pallbearers
Are in shock they know i'm about to kill
Myself with a sling shot
They bring rocks for ammunition
Steal my lifetime magazines and
Then cancel my subscription
Their hands are just itching to
Scratch my clean records
My rap sheets are infected
Now i can't be president?
I just have to be elected! i
Ask for just a second chance
The answer back was "kid
You never did in the first place"

Speaking of that
Give me my blue ribbons back
And anything that is mine
Waiting for a nice guy who can't
Make it to the finish line
When i die you won't recognize the
Picture buried inside the obituary
But it'll say, "bye, i miss you very much"

I'm always one for last
Words at departing time
In a million years is when
This dead star will shine
Say my fuckin' name nope say
My fuckin' name nope
You don'tknow what to call me so you don't
You don't you don't call me
You don't you don't call me