Lyle Horowitz - Note to self. lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm an impostor... of what, I don't know I feel like a monster... evil I won't show because I call myself being cute to academics and macadamias They both probably think I'm a bozo Can't escape the word "pretentious" I heard it mentioned, and I scoffed I hate when words live on a buzz... all the sobering ones end up lost I think about the word "discouraged", and I'm reminded this is a half-court shot in the dark, and I'm blinded It's more like full-court, but fools sport optimism that they did not earn This cynicism got learned 98% of my discography is nocturnes Tried to cremate hopelessness, it would not burn I can't just usher in a new attitude Too much I have to prove, though I a**ume you won't care... [Hook] I still taste echoes... They said they are dead, though... [Verse 2] I should marry that industrial dancer from the Vines, and we can do that dance to this song a hundred times What am I but a bitter ex and an idiot Hideous; [my] ballskin looks like Darth Sidious Really, this is sidestepping the hurt for the silliness In 2012, my shoulder was the chilliest But now, due to global warming, I am sporting a sun-stained smile for these employers I am courting Now my appeals to pathos are boring And nobody will honestly believe I'm in mourning I rebounded like Alonzo, just to get called fake by a Gonzo journalist I'm murderous Still refusing to be smart with my purchases Every song is me shooting darts at worthlessness, tryina' tranquilize the f**ing thing Never hit the bullseye, so this song is a cruddy thing But... [Hook]