Death Acceptance Cult

Minutes spent on various desires
Frequent flyer miles, frequent buyer
Offended when you ask me if I'm tired
These bags under my eyes, they are designer

So I sigh, sigh, sigh when you're shy, shy, shy
I could spot a liar from a mile, I wanted to be wrong
But I'm not right

I lose you when you're trapped inside your skull
I love you but you make it difficult
Why can't you accept it's not my fault
I met you at the death acceptance cult

So I sigh, sigh, sigh when you're shy, shy, shy
I could spot a liar from a mile
I wanted to be wrong
But I'm not right

Never thought we'd make it this far
I love you just the way that you are
We have these brand new legs so we can crawl
Kiss me like a brain in a jar

So I sigh, sigh, sigh when you're shy, shy, shy
I could spot a liar from a mile
I wanted to be wrong
But I'm not right



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Pedlow
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