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