Fagetarian and Dyke

Well how do I do, not good, fuck me

I spent the last ten days of my life not getting any sleep

Well how do I do, I don't, fuck you

I spent the last ten days of my life searching for you



What have you

I heard, I heard everything



And all that has changed, I have no clean clothes

Selling my heart plus delusion plus nowhere left to go

Small things become smaller, false not true

You were not right, I have some guts somewhere



What have you

I heard, I heard everything



I had to dismember me, test denial

Sleeping on the kitchen floor

Testing my love

Testing my love



Well how did I do, not good, fuck this

I spent the last ten days of my life ripping off the Smiths

The pressure is on my head, my knee

This angst's too heavy to carry, I need some wheels now



What have you

I heard, I heard everything