Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley
The %#@! I said to hotel managers haunts me
Pallbearers of the first string ready

Discretely gather in the second floor hallway

And I am not okay, boys

No, I am not okay
No, I am not okay, boys


Itching like an intern with a sunburn
For what a stone unturned covers
I don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreen

I want to heat my hide, not hide under something

And I am not okay, boys

No, I am not okay
No, I am not okay, boys


Your mom, she sits while her hair is in curlers
Smokes weed and listens to that Garrison Keillor
That's how I'll live when I quit my rap career

Let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere

Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley

The %#@! I said to high school counselors haunts me

And I am not okay, boys