Is it selfish I won't forfeit ambition for anyone or supposed love?
Am I a fool to believe love wouldn't ask me to leave behind the things I enjoy in life?
Or is to commit a blood-grooved knife, poised at my mouth
Lusting to break these teeth and carve the tongue out?
Pressured to marry, told I need an heir
Coal mine canary, got me praying for bad air
Wedlock's a dry dock, we load our hopes onto ships
Friends see us off, wave politely, give us money for the trip
But this is goddamn Marysburgh, never your calm waters
This is needy bullsh** somehow tied to your father
Oh honey oh honey, Oh dear oh dear
I lay on the tile, stool leg in my mouth
While you sit above me always eating gaining weight and crushing
Here's what I've learned of life, an observation:
ANYTIME A CONTRACT IS NEEDED, IT ISN'T WORTH THE PAPER