Heebyjeebys

[Intro]
(Oh, god damn)
Vacuum up all these ashes, lay your father out
Have fun doing his taxes, 'cause that fucker's dead now
Collect your belongings that remind you of him
Will death be similar for me in the end, now?

[Verse 1]
I think I process trauma just like you do
It's kind of ironic
I still get the heebie-jeebies in my room
I think I hate myself a lot like you do
It's kind of upsetting
I still get the heebie-jeebies in my room

[Chorus]
I fucking hate the way I make my
Stomach turn inside outside
'Cause when I get started I hate my (Brain!)
Maybe I'll gеt it right next time
I fuckin' hate thе way I think sometimes
Make me wanna burn my house down with me inside
I think I really should've just gone home
My stomach's turning inside outside

[Bridge]
I love you and I know that you need
Father, Father
But he chose to abandon his seed
Father, Father
This week I killed my own pregnancy
Father, Father
They made me wait outside, I have his fucking disease
Father, Father

[Verse 2]
I think I lie to myself just like you do, it's kind of ironic
I still get the heebie-jeebies in my room
I wanna hurt myself as much as you do
It's kind of upsetting you thought all the same thoughts in my room

[Chorus]
I fucking hate the way I make my
Stomach turn inside outside
'Cause when I get started I hate my (Brain!)
Maybe I'll get it right next time
I fuckin' hate the way I think sometimes
Make me wanna burn my house down with me inside
I think I really should've just gone home
My stomach's turning inside outside
I fucking hate the way I make my
Stomach turn inside outside
'Cause when I get started I hate my (Brain!)
Maybe I'll get it right next time
I fuckin' hate the way I think sometimes
Make me wanna burn my house down with me inside
I think I really should've just gone home
My stomach's turning inside outside