Mating Season

It's raining, it's pouring
This night's so fuckin' boring
What went wrong in '71?
Should've packed her bags
Instead she had a son

There's choices, invoices
But who's gonna listen when you're skippin' lessons?
Chances, romances
Could've been more careful calculating answers

Wading through intimidation
Mating season's masturbation
Go ahead, give it a name
Safe to fail procreation

Trash can full of wasted tissue
Cash in on another lawsuit
Born so simple, she has thoughts too
Much too young to try and fight you

Somatic, traumatic
It’ll never be that tragic
Witchcraft doesn't work on me
Don't mean I won't panic

Shortchanged a mainstay
Sun came out, slept in that day
Foil on the windows
Blocked the hope you waited for

Wading through intimidation
Mating season's masturbation
Go ahead, give it a name
Safe to fail procreation