THUMBTAX

The things that keep me up at four
Are not the thumbtacks on the floor
Or the dirty towels draped on the door
Or the cum stains mixed with dried up gore
Rather I find myself thinking about how
The man that groomed me had redeeming qualities
Good at conversation and pleasantries and all the niceties

Fuck yeah, this shit keeps me up
Fuck yeah, this fills up my cup
Messes with me like drugs

There's a few things that keep me up at four
And its not if I forgot to turn the oven off or lock the door
Its how boringly immature of me to think of thе prematurity of some awful thing
That hasn't happenеd yet and the severity of my unpopularity or how it seems to me
Yeah, you heard I've been feeling kinda shitty lately
Might go to Goodwill, try to exchange my personality
'Cause the friends who said that they had my back stabbed me in the back
And it's fucked me up
And if I get to sleep at five, its gets to nine
And I don't wanna wake up

Fuck yeah, this shit keeps me up
Fuck yeah, this fills up my cup
Messes with me like drugs