100% (feat. Crocodile Scissor Cut)

I miss this mischief
I guess, there's less than a sliver of my childhood left
More than you'd expect, but the effect of these surroundings have
Found me floundering
Nearly drowning in an astonishing web of
Traditions, that led me to all my addictions

Allow me to make a confession
I have this obsession with happiness and general bliss
To blind myself from loneliness and my own selfishness
Oh, how I wish upon a star, but it's a bit too far, a bit too abstract
So I retract against that fact and get back to my
Urban habitat with its disturbing lack of eye contact
That unfortunate state
Which I help perpetuate and knowingly
Exacerbate in order to make discomfort less prominent
But I'm still not 100%

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I am complete in my incompleteness, but that fails
To address how much I detest my apparent stupidness
So this repetitive self-hatred led me to these thoughts that soon
Will consume my personality
Until all that is left in me just happens to be confident bullshit
A ruse that I choose to exude in order to see some improvement
But I'm still not 100%