Sometimes we feel the need
To spit our souls out over the chorus
I scream my sorrows over guitar
Could some sex-god play it for us?
Maybe I need therapy; retail sounds delightful
I'd love to go to the mall
If my demons weren't so spiteful
I'd like to be a princess, oh
Big white canopy bed
Then I might get some sleep
To ease my pounding head
My dignity is insincere
I'll take whatever's mine
My emotions are suppressed
Does that equal chugging wine?
No drug is gonna get you up
Who are you kidding?
Just know the ass who got you that
Won't be booked for dealing.
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