Champagne in the kitchen not because I bought it but becauseI'm crashing an apartment and somebody left it openSo I poured it in a cup, drank it upI got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my bloodPlus the conscience of my dead dadPlus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sadAnd my brother who says that he worries about me from my songsAnd my sister who's been living like a saint for so damn longWell I've been fucking sinning til the lights come up And the mics catch us saying shit that we never really meantCrew wears all black stuff but we all act like we're so differentBut everybody bleeds, right?Everybody's waiting for the phone to ringYeah everybody seems fineBut everybody's got pieces missingAt minimum I'd like a little medicine to make me feel like everythingDiminishing the venom that been harshing all my mellows I'm continuing to fight against the sentiment that make me want to dieIn a world full of uptight gentlemen I wanna find a boy smelling like sweet cinnamon To quote some Tennyson while we take Benadryl To make my head a bit extra lightI feel it, I want itI need it, I love itI'm looking for somethingTo make me feel nothingI feel it, I want itI need it, I love itI'm looking for somethingTo make me feel nothingDriving through the bay, pray for understandingI'll be silent for a day, wait until I vanish And I'm fighting for a break, vacant kind of passionNever really can account for all the ways in which I've actedTried to call my daddy but he's been gone a decade So I'm drinking like an addict til I'm fucking with a headacheHappiness sporadic so I'm crying on a WednesdayNot trying to be combative but I'm dealing with some dead weightVerbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn aliveMy heart was never broken, it was circumcised
