HA HA HA

So much for always being productive
I know that nothings twice as seductive as that
I put on my shoes and my suit
My hazmat
So I don't feel the

Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha
Ha ha
(Ha ha)

I don't need classification
On my way back from the pool
I'm only using imagination
I can pretend that it's cool
Don't have the time or the patience
Interim missing the studio
Gratification in chicken broth
Drink it to quick and I lose the flow

Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha
Ha ha
(Ha ha)

So much for always being productive
I know that nothings twice as seductive as that
I put on my shoes and my suit
My hazmat
So I don't feel the

I'm sick of the lying
Sick of the fighting
Sick of the acting concerned
She call me a project
Now it makes sense why I'm letting you do all the work
She thinks we can blossom, tend to the garden
While I might have ruined the dirt
And I got no option other than taking a break from assuming the worst
I feel like a
God I feel like a idiot
She was right there when it hit the fan
Now that she's grown sick suck my own dick
And I cut out the middleman
But the way that she talks wild and she blow kiss make you feel like a kid again
Til she seen the picture so she come and get you
And she asking you who is your little friend
I'm sick of the crying
Sick of the writing
Sick of the being confused
We both know trauma
We both been shut up and beat up and straight up abused
I'm so sycophantic and all my obsessions, emotions and motives are sevenfold
And I don't get why you would love me
Cuz I wouldn't touch me with with a ten foot pole



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Writer(s): Brendan Kearny
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