Casual Catastrophe -[EvyAlchemy! & [ULTRA///COMBO!]_(ReMiX!*)

Casual Catastrophe i’ve got a talent for turning a maybe into never a beautiful disaster with the timing of a severed tether i can talk myself in circles till the truth becomes a rumor then congratulate my conscience on its excellent sense of humor i’ve been acting like an actor playing someone who can cope selling tickets to a tragedy and calling the admission hope everybody loves a comeback, everybody loves redemption but i keep missing all my cues and blaming divine intervention and i know, yeah i know i’m a little too comfortable losing control put a halo on a hazard and a ribbon on regret i’m the best bad decision that you’ve ever met i’m a casual catastrophe, a masterpiece of misery i make a mess of everything and call it chemistry i’ve got a knack for cracking up when everything is cracking down i’m the king of almost making it, without a fucking crown casual catastrophe, catastrophically casual turning every miracle into something impractical i could make a happy ending sound like ancient history i’m a casual catastrophe, and the casualty is me i learned to counterfeit confidence with counterfeit conviction got a PhD in sabotaging any good condition i can make a minor inconvenience feel like Armageddon then apologize so elegantly you forget the point you’re getting i’m a self-appointed expert in the art of second guessing with a minor in misfortune and a major in confessing i can manufacture meaning out of absolutely nothing then dismantle every piece of it the second i start trusting and i’m fine, yeah i’m fine that’s a beautifully rehearsed and poorly written line i could turn a green light red just by staring at the street then complain about the traffic while i’m standing on my feet i’m a casual catastrophe, a masterpiece of misery i make a mess of everything and call it chemistry i’ve got a knack for cracking up when everything is cracking down i’m the king of almost making it, without a fucking crown casual catastrophe, catastrophically casual turning every miracle into something impractical i could make a happy ending sound like ancient history i’m a casual catastrophe, and the casualty is me somebody tell my younger self the future isn’t fatal but the man he grows into gets a little unstable not in any cinematic, beautifully tragic fashion more like every single promise gets distracted before action and i hate how i can recognize the pattern while it’s forming hear the sirens in the distance, call it music in the morning there’s a difference between knowing and the willingness to change i’ve memorized the diagnosis but keep feeding it the same OH! I KEEP FEEDING IT THE SAME! i’m a catastrophic romantic with a talent for denial i can turn a conversation into evidence at trial put my heart upon the witness stand, interrogate the feeling then object to every answer when the truth becomes revealing but maybe i’m not hopeless, maybe hopeless is a habit maybe happiness is something i keep seeing but won’t grab it maybe all these clever ways of saying nothing ever changes are just pretty little prisons i’ve been decorating daily i’m a casual catastrophe, a masterpiece of misery i make a mess of everything and call it chemistry i’ve got a knack for cracking up when everything is cracking down i’m the king of almost making it, without a fucking crown casual catastrophe, catastrophically casual turning every miracle into something impractical i could make a happy ending sound like ancient history i’m a casual catastrophe, and the casualty is me and if i ever get it right if the planets somehow line up for a night i’ll probably look around and think there’s something wrong with me ‘cause i’m a casual catastrophe catastrophically casual and i’m getting pretty tired of making misery look natural