Just Like So Much...

I want to give you so much shit
But what's my problem
At least you're pursuing some cause
What the hell am I doing?
Maybe I'm just jealous

What the hell do I believe in?
Art?
Even then I still scoff
at 90% of it
Like do they have it or
are they pretentious idiots?
What makes me the authority?
Just breathing?
It's not enough

I want to give you so much shit
But I already give myself plenty
For so much as thinking it