Champagne in the kitchen not because
I bought it but because
I'm crashing an apartment
And somebody left it open
So I poured it in a cup, drank it up
I got the devil in my head
But angels swimming in my blood
Plus the conscience of my dead dad
Plus my living mama plus
My other father who raised me not to be sad
And my brother who says that
He worries about me from my songs
And my sister who's been
Living like a saint for so damn long
Well I've been fucking sinning
Til the lights come up
And the mics catch us
Saying shit that
We never really meant
Crew wears all black stuff
But we all act like
We're so different
But everybody bleeds, right?
Everybody's waiting for the phone to ring
Yeah everybody seems fine
But everybody's got pieces missing
At minimum I'd like a little medicine
To make me feel like everything
Diminishing the venom
That been harshing all my mellows
I'm continuing to fight
Against the sentiment that make me want to die
In 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 light

I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I'm looking for something
To make me feel nothing
I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I'm looking for something
To make me feel nothing

Driving through the bay
Pray for understanding
I'll be silent for a day
Wait until I vanish
And I'm fighting for a break
Vacant kind of passion
Never really can account
For all the ways in which I've acted
Tried to call my daddy
But he's been gone a decade
So I'm drinking like an addict
Til I'm fucking with a headache
Happiness sporadic so
I'm crying on a Wednesday
Not trying to be combative
But I'm dealing with some dead weight
Verbalize the hurt inside
Make me wanna burn alive
My heart was never broken
It was circumcised