Not perfect, not even close,
Bringing up old shit, burnt toast.
Get on my self righteous high horse,
After far too many beer pints of course.
I know that I\'m different after my psychosis in 2020,
Just trying to find my own groove, create my own medley.
God shook me awake when I really wasn\'t looking that way,
Now things just make sense when confusion used to rule my day.