Change your hair change your life.

I expected this to turn out
Kinda like the brain when they pull the worm out
Kinda like a lame anesthetic, or the doubt
That's glowing by a candle that will never burn out
Grow it in your stomach
I'm worn out
Lick a needle right before you pluck the thorn out
You're a little weasel crawling in me through an open door
Every time I wish I'd never been born
Pouty little girl, hollow heart and far gone
Wait until you've grown

I think you're stupid
Play me and I'll always win
I kinda like you
Cut yourself and let me in
I think you're bleeding
Macrocosm conjoined twin
Start again
Start again

Certainly you'll never find out
What you really want before it rips your mind out
Goofy little cuntfuck, why'd you sign out?
Systematically, emphatically you'll undermine doubt
You're peeling off your skin just so you can dance about
And make a spectacle and obfuscate your lexicon
To free your mind and try to let it go
Which could work, but it's purely theoretical
And nothing's set in stone even if your mother said it so...
Don't speak
I'm living in an enthymeme
You try and pay the rent
And do the things that wiser people deem necessary
The incessant vapidity of being is barely
A distraction from its fluidity
Which is kinda scary, considering its acidity
To pop your cherry doesn't strip of you of validity
I have a fear: my world is getting rid of me

I think you're stupid (I think you're stupid.)
I really like you. (Or I despise you.)
The macrocosm. (Your microcosm.)

You must be stupid
Play me and I'll always win
I really like you
Cut yourself and let me in
I think you're bleeding
Macrocosm conjoined twin
Start again
Start again