I Am A Masterpiece

(I have a message)
(I have a message)

Of endless perfect failure
So sweet you can't believe
You'll wanna write them down on your sleeve
(I have a message)
Of walking home at midnight
And feeling ten feet tall
Of missing love you hang from the wall
(I have a message)

And all of the time
That we consumed to try and make
The delicate lie
You tell yourself and nothing changes

And it's like I told you
The minute that we first met
Some people have style
That usually means they have regret
(I have a message)

Of endless blooming Sundays
Suspended in the trees
Now falling fast asleep at your feet
(I have a message)
Of opening new head wounds
For the old aren't even clean
Enough packing flowers in their every single scene
(I have a message)

And the neighbors next door are in their garden, screaming
They're so humbled from
The way the world, it hurts their feelings

And it's like I told you
The second that we first embraced
Some people have style
That usually means they have no taste

Do you still see yourself in East L.A.?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
The smell of weed and slow gentrification
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
And every single part of me that wants to drown
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Is every part of you that turns to help me out
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(I have a message)

Of slow collapsing sunlight
That ends another day
Of waiting for the next one to start again
(I have a message)
Of laying underneath you
A stolen river of drugs
Of being close enough that we almost touch