You get to break stuff
You get to apologize and break it again
Because god is my mother and satan is my brother
Well you dont get to break him
And you dont get to apologize and break him again
Because god, he dont crack and satan, is his father.

Dramamine colds the soul, with or without any holes
With life has become something of another one
Wanting mass appeal yes and..soul appeal yes and
So I choke onnmy breakfast cereal
Conductive thoughts become real
You know you come up with, the best shitcuz youre sad sometimes

Here's to manifest
I'm, sick and tired reading your over complicated diagrams
Clink my drinking glass, if I want it now
Than I should have it
Than I have it
Blah blah....stop reading the rules to me...

Can I have friends?
Can I really talk with you till the end
You know it's only cuz I admire you
Can the serotonin stay

Love wants to find a limb to rip off
Can I find a source to feed on cuz my lemon meringue is too stingy
Love I wanna cry, at the crimes have I really done nothing wrong

Naisin and water too walk through
Maybe it's juxtaposed
I'm feeling re ****
And the ripples my neighbors listen to me screaming
A song
In the soil, whether to laugh or whether to wail
Birds always migrating back to love, you're all I want

Call you but no inspiration to
I quit my job, free time and what to do
Cider I like how it makes me hyper
But will I lose my looks?
Yeah I'm from maine I can't deny it any longer
But I long for those lonely roads and suspicious people