Haylar Garcia - Particle lyrics

Every quark is a sacred hunk In a big blue storeroom Stacked up to the lights full of junk That's why I have a tendency to see Double oneness when I'm drunk One particle floating around in an empty space He knows nothing but the face Of the one that is like him And a stick in the arm will make you write like a genius And a belt above your elbow might make you feel chic But one particle is tongue and cheek And deep somewhere in the back of the lounge Sits a lyricist He is accomplished But he is pissed Because he knows he should be doing more And he sees fifty little futures In his bowl of Cheerios And his patience is rented And due back like his videos One particle just can't be sure Politics is just a way to pa** the day When you're deciding if you're straight or gay I've always hated how complicated s** was anyway Religion is a fair-weather friend A doomsday threat with a prize at the end That's why I never follow anyone For very long my friend One tiny motionless piece of ma** At the top of a bridge She is abandoned but just a smidge Because her ma**iveness refuses to move And she's a lonely sort of soul Even though she's mostly extroverted And she hates to have to stab in the back And actually make it hurt One particle can always catch a groove Politics is just a way to pa** the day When you're deciding if you're straight or gay I've always hated how complicated s** was anyway Religion is a fair-weather friend A doomsday threat with a prize at the end That's why I never follow anyone For very long my friend One candid professional perversion of one Tries to dress up like none And happiness is confused with fun And the pressure seems to cease to exist And he's quicker than the people Who make him grit his teeth Beneath is a free an*logy That completes his numerology See one particle's hand is too often a fist Politics is just a way to pa** the day When you're deciding if you're straight or gay I've always hated how complicated s** was anyway Religion is a fair-weather friend A doomsday threat with a prize at the end That's why I never follow anyone... And lyricism is just a crutch An excuse to b**h For people who think too much That's why I never hunt down anything That's understood as such