You're making me sick
You're making me anxious
I wish I could think of some reference to tie in my head
Is coming under distress
Why can the kids who sat and judged me
Now cling to all their lovely little things
And claim they've always been saints
I don't buy a word they say, I don't buy it
So crawl back into a hole
And convince yourself you're so lovable
You're all so good at that
So crawl back into a hole
And convince yourself you're so lovable
You're all so good at that
My father's father died before him
And his father's father before
I'd hate to break the chain
There's nothing complex about my traits
History projects I'll die alone and overweight, not a mistake
You think you're better than me?
I swear I could cut off my whole family
Always loved them,
But definitely always more concerned about my well being
Know what I mean?
I'm not the article you share without reading the whole page
Every detail about me is grueling and I hope to keep it that way
So set the stage then dim the lights cause I wanna make
This Dramatic to add validity to all the feelings I'm left with
And as these thoughts rattle in my brain
For what seems like my whole life
I'll never get a grasp on what my family could have been like
It's all so repetitive
Am I ready for the death of it?
Grandma you're dead and you'll always will be sorry
Dad didn't respect you, you know it kills me
Your husband's still alive and yeah he's losing his mind bit by bit
I think dad feels it, mortality and regret and I can feel it too
Waiting for it