Alexa, Arrange My Funeral

How many times a week do you brush your teeth on average
I would be lying if I said seven
Alexa, validate my gender
Sorry, I don't understand
What do you think about when you look at the stars
And the blue sky
And the toilet bowl you just pooped in

What do those things bring to mind
Is anything really deep
Or are we all just shallow
Get a load of this society
We live in a bagel factory

I am almost out of bagels
Alexa, order more bagels
With someone else's credit card; mine is empty
Google Home
Don't let anyone in
I am an Introvert

Sometimes I eat because I'm bored
Sometimes I masturbate when I am bored
Sometimes I hook up with people I'm not that attracted to
Because again
I am bored

Everyone wants to be more miserable than the next person
I'm annoying
Sometimes I wish I was a bug so I couldn't feel pain
Press (f) to watch me break the fourth wall

If I had a nickel
For every time during the day
I peed because of Spironolactone
Maybe I could actually afford SRS
A big ol' mouse pad, three new chokers
Take a shot every time I say I wish my tits were bigger
I wish my tits were bigger
Take a shot every time I delete every single photo off of my Instagram
Do you ever wish you couldn't hear yourself think
In your head
All the time
I wish I could go to the god damn bathroom without being looked at
Alexa, arrange my funeral



Credits
Writer(s): Donovanne Jocas
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