It’s the mosquito in my ear
begging and begging and begging
To finally die as I hold its wings
and it gorges herself on blood
It’s an excuse
A facade
There’s an itch in my jaws
and a lump in my bones
and I’ll keep scratching into viscera
Citing bites and weather and dengue fever
We’re sick sick sick to the core
Mundane and boring and normal
I’m sick sick sick of walking
And never dreaming about more
I better ace that interview
I better ace that interview
I’m never better than I think I am
I better ace that interview
Riddle me this oh superstar
What do you do when you lose your car
When you’re left with both feet deep in a ditch
When you never even left the start
My paint only dries when I’m all alone
The varnish only yellows when I talk
The only hands I hold are the ones on a clock
With my glass slipper crushed on the rocks
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 2:37 PM UTC
It’s the mosquito in my ear
begging and begging and begging
To finally die as I hold its wings
and it gorges herself on blood
It’s an excuse
A facade
There’s an itch in my jaws
and a lump in my bones
and I’ll keep scratching into viscera
Citing bites and weather and dengue fever
We’re sick sick sick to the core
Mundane and boring and normal
I’m sick sick sick of walking
And never dreaming about more
I better ace that interview
I better ace that interview
I’m never better than I think I am
I better ace that interview
Riddle me this oh superstar
What do you do when you lose your car
When you’re left with both feet deep in a ditch
When you never even left the start
My paint only dries when I’m all alone
The varnish only yellows when I talk
The only hands I hold are the ones on a clock
With my glass slipper crushed on the rocks
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