1 More Song About Cold Concrete

Swallow cups of coffee to get my stomach knotted
I know I don't need it but I still fucking bought it
Traveling is old to me but you know I'd still do it
Tearing up the photos in I don't own in this apartment
Singing all these songs about addiction and depression
Festering the pester then the followed introspection
Maybe I'll get tired of singing sappy toons
Sappy is reality and this stuff tastes like you

It'll take an army to make me feel like I'm pretty
I don't mean to be so negative if I have to stop from bidding
I feel like if I don't make sad songs now and then
I'll turn into my father's daughter; that'll be the end
I don't want to lie because it broke my mother's heart
Slicing into my skin as I'm screaming in the dark:
"Mother why'd you make me, why'd you bring me to this world?"
"Because I needed company and you're my pretty girl"
Sorry what I'd done, it still lingers in my throat
Lied and lied and lied again, my arms are feeling cold
There's space where all my parts should be but they just simply aren't
Maybe I can form them if I put them into art

Swallow cups of coffee to get my stomach knotted
I know I don't need it but I still fucking bought it
Traveling is old to me but you know I'd still do it
Tearing up the photos I don't own in this apartment
Singing all these songs about addiction and depression
Festering the pester then the followed introspection
Maybe I'll get tired of singing sappy toons
Sappy is reality and this stuff tastes like you