as a rapper may say with a misogynistic undertone,
"bitches will be bitches, can't do shit about that,"
but when's it unexpected, what do you do about that?
it's just one of those days, when you want to throw your middle finger up
'cuz you feel so damn self-conscious like you're a pain in someone's ass, something fleeting that won't last
some goddamn mindless imbecile
what'd i do? am i aggravating like a rash, an itch you sure as fuck don't wanna scratch
am i crass am i rude am i just a tad too crude?
vain and self-absorbed what the fuck? fuck these bitches, i won't worry, 'cuz all i know is that i did nothing wrong, yet i must vent to write this song
am i a piece of shit, fuck, what'd i do?
everything's swell then i realize it's only a matter of time till everything gets so fucked up. it's true, any situation can make me a fool, one wrong turn and everything plummets into a raging inferno.
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