Penelope Scott
Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege
[Intro]
Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place

[Verse 1]
But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet
And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
I guess there's really nothing wrong

[Chorus]
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes three nineteen
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life's ceased to be

[Verse 2]
The morning I woke up to leave there
As soon as I opened my eyes
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
So cold it burned all my insides
I've never felt anything like it
Heard my lungs scream like that before
Felt such a tear in my aorta
That it spilled all of the light I ever saw across the floor
I couldn't wrap my head around it
How such a nightmare could be real
And despite all of my bullshit
Nothing could stop it
Not God, not sex, not white hot fear
[Chorus]
And there's no shame in sleeping later
No shame at all in sleeping more
None at all in being such a goddamn filthy Clorax-huffing whore
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes five nineteen
I'll watch you sink into the sea
And I will feel for a split second that
Life has ceased to be