I wanted to write a song about an adventurous bunny, I wanted to make it short and sweet and just a little funny
But before I even began to sing a tune or play, I put down my guitar and I called it a day

I wanted to write you a nice happy song about wonderful things, and why not?
But what did you really expect from a guy who calls himself HeartRot?
Oh I am an artist of self-degradation, de-stimulation, and how!
My life is my canvas, oh man how can this be the words that I’ve chosen to sing about? To sing about. Chosen to sing about.

This is the pinnacle, Sorry if I’m being cynical, but I'm so goddamned whimsical now
I think I've hit the summit, I fear I'm going to plummet, I’m not going to dumb it down

If self-criticism was a school major then I would already have an advanced degree
And if not giving a shit about war and politics could save the world well then call me ‘Gandhi’
If I had a nickel for my indiscretions I could afford a therapist
But instead I’ll just keep singing my whiny little songs and hopefully I’ll hope for the best. Hope for the best, hopefully I’ll hope for the best

My song about the bunny never came to fruition. I was gonna tell you how bunnies eat lettuce for nutrition
Now I have another song detailing all my doubts. More than you probably would have cared to hear about

Is this preparedness or just pre-paranoia? I’ll let you know when I surface for air.
All the ins and the outs and the ups and the downs are sometimes more than I think I can bear.
Cuz bears are a problem in North Carolina, maybe someday I’ll move way out there
Cuz the bears with the hair wouldn’t dare give a care about fair or unfair way out there. Way out there. I think I’m going to like it out there.

This is the pinnacle, Sorry if I’m being cynical, but I'm so goddamned whimsical now
I think I've hit the summit, I fear I'm going to plummet, I’m not going to dumb it down