Mixing vodka and juices,
On Tuesday morning, Monday night,
The parents are asleep.
The stars are so bright.
My body is a temple,
You're damn right.
If it feels good enough,
I'll respect it tonight.
Bandage my chest,
Hurts my ribcage,
I’m a fucking kid,
Shouldn't have to be brave.
You should've been a brother,
Should've got the name right,
Should've been her son,
Instead I'm drinking tonight.