Twenty-two, you tore up my chemicals
Chlorophyll couldn't nurse me back to normal
Those taste buds on your serpentine tongue

Totally transformed me into the garbage I've become
The artwork is so $#&@ing predictable
These bad jokes have made me so cynical

I don't believe that anyone ever truly succeeds
Temporary will bury you in the blanket of greed
You were a crack !@^% $#&@ing for freedom

You were the artificial light in the room
And everyone knew, everybody knew
That this was the beginning of the end baby boo

You never trusted me
That made it easy for me to not trust you
That made it difficult for me to love you

So $#&@ you just like the others
This is the kiss from my gutter mouth split lips spit covered like


Why-oh my-oh my-oh my god
Why god?


You seem stuck waiting for a savior
While I'm sweating trying to become one
From afar, I know that I never made it too far

From the former me formally forgotten and discarded
And muck nostalgia is painful
Memories I'm piecing back together

Are half drawn, the guns to my head half drawn
Still shots of cops on my lawn and on and on
I wanted to be lost in the fog

Wanted to be lost in the God and on and on
I wanted to be everything you wanted
I wanted to be wanted but I was only wanted by the law

And on and on always
Waiting for the day this song plays
In your eardrums over hallways

Just waiting for my funeral song or long play