Idiot Intolerant

(Verse 1)

Hold on, let me grab a mask, the air is getting thin

I can smell a "hot take" crawling underneath your skin.

You’re revving up the engine but the wheels are off the ground

Just a single, lonely brain cell doing laps around the town.

I’d try to meet you halfway, but I don’t own a map

To whatever mental wasteland you’ve managed to entrap.

I’m not a tutor, I’m not a guide, I’m not your safety net

And I’m definitely not the "listening ear" you’re gonna get.

(Pre-Chorus)

My eyes are rolling back so far I’m seeing my own soul

Trying to find a way to let you keep your "main character" role.

But I’m hyper-sensitive, I’m reacting to the air—

Every word you say is just a "proceed with care."

(Chorus)

Sorry, I’m just idiot intolerant

Your lack of a pulse up there is quite the irritant.

I break out in a fever when you try to "explain"

I’ve got a biological reaction to your lack of a brain.

I don't have the hours or the patience or the health

To tour your merry-go-round mind and search for any wealth.

I’m checking out, I’m logging off, I’m keeping far away—

I’m highly allergic to the stupid things you say.

(Verse 2)

It’s a simple concept, really—one plus one is two

But somehow that’s a mountain that’s impossible for you.

I’m not gonna draw a diagram or use a colored pen

Just so you can ask me "wait, what happened?" once again.

You’re a black hole for my minutes, you’re a vacuum for my mood

And frankly, your incompetence is getting pretty rude.

I’d rather watch a wall dry or go talking to a stone

Than spend another second on your "mental twilight zone."

(Bridge)

Bless.-

Your.-

Heart.-

You’re a walking, talking, breathing lack of common sense!

A hundred-dollar ego with a five-cent defense!

I’m not "mean," I’m just medically unable to pretend

That I care about a single word you're saying, "friend!"

(Chorus)

Sorry, I’m just idiot intolerant

Your lack of a pulse up there is quite the irritant.

I break out in a fever when you try to "explain"

I’ve got a biological reaction to your lack of a brain.

I don't have the hours or the patience or the health

To tour your merry-go-round mind and search for any wealth.

(Outro)

Wait—don’t answer that. My throat’s starting to close.

It’s a secondary symptom of the "nonsense" you propose.

I’d offer you a tissue, but you’d probably just eat it.

There’s the door, there’s the curb... feel free to go and beat it.

"ACCESS DENIED"

I’m officially out of stock of "shits to give."

Go find a padded room and a reason to live.

Look at that. Your last brain cell finally gave up.