Procreate

I've always been a fan
Of changing the narrative
My eyes are all scrambled, and
My brain is impaired, and

There's something about
Being late all the time
That makes everything alright
And everybody feel fine

I look in the mirror
I hate what I see
Another fifty points
Another fifty on me
I look in the mirror
I hate what I see

I turn to you and ask
You like me fore me

Holding on to something
That will never come to be
Hanging out with people
Who have no other place to be

And now's the time to make a moral sacrifice
Your brain is on fire, and
Your eyes are all ice
That's the way you wanted it
Just stick the knife in
Push down and get on with it

You look in the mirror
You hate what you see
Another fifteen pounds
Another fifteen on me
You look in the mirror
You hate what you see

You turn to me and ask
You like me for me

Holding on to something
That will never come to be
Hanging out with people
Who have no other place to be

Let's procreate
Let's procreate
Let's procreate
Fuck it

Let's procreate
Let's procreate
Let's procreate
Let's procreate