Riley Lake - Thank You lyrics

[Verse 1] Life's turned into shelves of books full of doodles Swiftly followed by bowls of cold udon noodles I'm finding it hard now that the suns still up And I'm finding that there are kids holding guns still up I told myself that this year I'd try to be a little colder Save falling in love for when I grow to be a little older But it seems in life one man can't stop the cataclysm Especially not one man who will always refuse to listen With a moral code based around Nietzsche's aphorisms My internal monologue is merely constant anarchism Promised this year id try to be a little colder Save being too nice and prevent emotions that are bolder Than abject indifference and emotional poverty Ignore it when others go to take a shot at me I'm rubber, you're glue but all the names they stay new And I stayed amazed at almost everything i can't do I swore to myself this year I'd be a little colder Give people tissues to cry in, conserve my own shoulder But that lasted not one day despite all my chest pains 'Cos when one group lose always the rest gains What they need to succeed to be frightfully mundane And what they need to believe that they'll be happy one day [Bridge] It doesn't make a difference if I like it or not This is all i've been given its tough luck that i want it to stop So insecure and i'm certain you'll laugh at me Inversely certain that you'll make a pa** at me It doesn't make a difference if you like me or not And if you think my music's sh** feel free to hit stop It doesn't make a difference if you like me or not And if you think this tracks sh** feel free to hit stop [Verse 2] Thank you for showing me that poetry and me are interlinked Thank you for showing me i can be better than I always think I hope you dont feel that im stealing your style I just need a hand to guide me for a little while I suppose no one else will know who i'm even talking to And the voice in my head will be nearer to me than you I think if anything it merely goes to show That i grew tired of writing about things I didn't know About d**, money, gats and doing road I got s**ed in to hip hop like it was the hypnotoad I didn't plan it, the express space ship to where i am And i never a gave a f** but occasionally ill give a damn Even on my deepest track my lyrics stay weak And I fear in my teens that I may have hit my peak I wonder who will stay to hear out this one line Realising the voice they hear from me has never been mine And go to tell their friends how empty and fake The lyrics on my soundcloud are that detail my pain And reciepts serve as evidence once more yet again That surely this kid here must be f**ed in the brain The kid soaked in red bull must think that hes so cool And acts like hes hard when I see him walk round school He acts so deep like hes planning to k** himself Trust me mate I can't wait till he k**s himself