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Tomorrow I'ma go shoot up the second grade

I'm lying staring at the ceiling wide awake

Oh little sister it's the words we never say

Said I don't care about your feelings...

anyway.

I got so high that all the angels wouldn't fade

And now I'm lower than a thousand centigrade

Lousy therapists they ask if I'm okay

Fuck it, I'ma steal the love you never gave

My body shouldn't be allowed past the TSA

My heart's transplanted with a fucking hand grenade

I dreamed I laid her body down in the old arcade

said I don't care about your feelings anyway

I got trust issues and I can't seem to get laid

My daddy's desk drawer got a handgun and a blade

Bitch found Jesus now she's tryna set me straight

But you can't save no one that don't want to be saved

No one's hugged me since my mom in the second grade

Stepmom says it's cause of me she didn't stay

And if that bitch is gonna come round throwing shade

Oh little sister it's the words we never say

Fucking voices in my head won't go away

If I felt anything I think I'd be afraid

I jacked that rifle while they watched the rose parade

Cross your fingers it'll be an unmarked grave

I had this dream the fucking ER was a cage

X-ray said I was about to detonate

This isn't something you can fix with novacaine

I dreamed my grandpa took us fishing in the Everglades

I drowned some kittens in the bathtub yesterday

No one's hugged me since my mom in the second grade

Doctor says we're gonna have to amputate

I can't stop laughing can't you see that it's too late