Circumlocution Just a parlor game in a kissing chair Anything to make me sigh You never really changed You never really tried to detox A constellation of zits And a snail trail of snot I'm losing patience with this Hoping that you're not an a**hole Echo location I owned those ugly streets and that ugly man By walking all over them By being other than I never really tried to detox A dire harbinger
Fire engine red What holds your cells together Will or just a k**er's fear of d**h? That ugly mouth A freakish holdout Yhought you were used to it Forgot to choose this sh** A holy constellation and you abused it A snowy haunted season shining up your shoes Bet that's the only reason you don't lose Self immolation Just a parlor game in a kissing chair Anything to make me laugh