Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

When rotating around the sun seems to happen
So much slower than usual
And every minor issue
Feels like it's been given a promotion from Captain
The position after Captain is major
I explain to avoid causing you
A minor inconvenience

Every time I squeeze grapes in efforts to make wine
The grapes explode and cause a
Rupture in my spine
Yes that shit happened
Well maybe I'm a bit dramatic

I'm sick of being told
What the fuck
I should care about
Leave me by my lonesome
Don't check my whereabouts
Turning off my pocket square
Don't check my whereabouts
You'll have to do without
You'll have to do without

Everything feels like a chore
Life could be frivolous, but to wish for that is so counter intuitive
Wishing for what you can't have, is so fucking stupid

I'm sick of being told
What the fuck
I should care about
Leave me by my lonesome
Don't check my whereabouts
Turning off my pocket square
Don't check my whereabouts
You'll have to do without
You'll have to do without

I'm sick of being told
What the fuck
I should care about
Leave me by my lonesome
Don't check my whereabouts
Turning off my pocket square
Don't check my whereabouts
You'll have to do without
You'll have to do without

Everything feels like a chore
I'm reaching for so much more
I'm a broken beat down whore
Everything feels like a chore

Everything feels like a chore
I'm reaching for so much more
I'm a broken beat down whore
Everything feels like a chore



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Writer(s): Michael Giovenco
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