Your Pillow

No I don't know you
You've gotta let me through
Why don't you go tell it to your pillow?
Pillow

I tell you I don't care, please
Don't corrupt the air
Go and throw your swear into your pillow

And since you have no friends
Scream into the end
Of your white, fluffy, blended cotton pillow

Put your mouth up to your pillow
Scream into your little pillow
Why don't you go tell your pillow
Tell it to your pillow
I am not a pillow for you

I tell you it's in vain
I don't hear your pain
Why don't you go tell it to your pillow?

I am not your guy
Why don't you go cry
To your hyper realistic body pillow?
Ugh, it's crusty

Put your mouth up to your pillow
Scream into your little pillow
Why don't you go tell your pillow
No
Go tell your pillow

Put your mouth up to your pillow (go tell your pillow)
Scream into your little pillow (go tell your pillow)
Why don't you go tell your pillow (go tell your pillow)
I am not a pillow for you

Now please go and grab a pillow and
Scream your fricking face into it

Ah
Ah
Oh

Since you have no friends
Scream into the end
Of your white, fluffy, blended cotton pillow

And I am not your guy
So why don't you go cry
To your parasocial old and lumpy pillow?

And since you have no friends
Scream into the end
Of your moldy, mold infested cotton pillow

And I am not your guy
So why don't you go cry
To your hyper realistic body pillow?

Pillow

Wa ha