Life can just suck you dry
No safe word and no ejector seat
Racing rat epitaphs
You could stack from floor to ceiling
When it comes
And it always comes
Never teach your sons
And blame the victim
Wiggle room and blind spots
Pillow talk that's not reciprocal
I was just a child then
I hate you and I hope you're miserable
When it comes
And it always comes
Never teach your sons
And blame me for what happened
Happened
