| Champagne in the kitchen not because I bought it but because
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| I’m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open
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| So I poured it in a cup, drank it up
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| I got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood
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| Plus the conscience of my dead dad
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| Plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad
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| And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
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| And my sister who’s been living like a saint for so damn long
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| While I’ve been fucking sinning til the lights come up and mics catch us saying
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| shit that we never really meant
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| Crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we’re so different
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| But everybody bleeds right?
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| Everybody’s waiting for the phone to ring
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| Yeah everybody seems fine
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| But everybody’s got pieces missing
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| At minimum I’d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything
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| Diminishing the venom that been harshing all my mellows I’m continuing to fight
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| against the sentiment that make me want to die
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| In a world full of uptight gentlemen I wanna find a boy smelling like sweet
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| cinnamon to quote some Tennyson while we take Benadryl to make my head a bit
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| extra light
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| I feel it, I want it
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| I need it, I love it
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| I’m looking for something
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| To make me feel nothing
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| I feel it, I want it
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| I need it, I love it
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| I’m looking for something
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| To make me feel nothing
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| Driving through the bay, pray for understanding
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| I’ll be silent for a day, wait until I vanish and I’m fighting for a break,
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| vacant kind of passion
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| Never really can account for all the ways in which I’ve acted
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| Tried to call my daddy but he’s been gone a decade so I’m drinking like an
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| addict til I’m fucking with a headache
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| Happiness sporadic so I’m crying on a Wednesday
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| Not trying to be combative but I’m dealing with some dead weight
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| Verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive
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| My heart was never broken it was circumcised |