I'll Show You Crazy

You've seen it from my shoulder
The effects of what I cause
Watched me play the role of buyer
Draped in riches, draped in gauze
Begged my prying hands to
Loosen up around their jaws
Couldn't let go
Now I've ripped your teeth clean off

Fuck all of this and all of you
I'm falling apart without asses in the pew
I'm calling off Monday
And fuck it Tuesday too
I'm sorry I've been a recluse
It's nothing personal dude

I've scratched lines into this room
And the toilet seats cold too

A lazy lack of bliss, my
Tree log existence
Slogged into this dread
The taste of distress
Glued sour on my tongue, what a fucking mess
And I expected nothing less

Fuck all this
I just can't fucking take it
So I'm taking my favorite Kentucky hunting bitch
Out to the mountain, to find me an ibex
And I'll fucking catch him
Or I'll die retrieving that son of a bitch

Fuck that shit
No matter what I'm going down with the ship



Credits
Writer(s): Belle Treece
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