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Oh my God! I made a monster,
Won't you tell the New York Times?
Maybe no one else will notice
If I dress it up in rhymes.
Anyway it's not my problem,
inspiration's not a crime.
It's not my fault;
I didn't know.

I'm just dying to get famous
Before they stick me in the dirt,
'Cause I could die a happy man
If I saw my face on some chick's shirt.
No one has to build a palace;
But a statue wouldn't hurt.
I can be bought,
So give it a go.

I want you to look me in the eye as I walk by
And tell me why you think I'm better off than you.

I'm too obsessed with my posterity
To fear my own mortality.
Call it morbid vanity,
But I can't be remembered 'til I'm dead
I'm too ambitious for indifference,
Too jaded now for ignorance,
So all I have is confidence:
My ego is my only self-defense (2x)

I wish that I could be
What I hoped that I could be,
Because I hoped that I could be somebody good.

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from First Self​-​Titled, released March 31, 2014
Written by Ian Murray

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