Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh my god, I'm fucking mad but everybody tells me That's not how a lady with a problem in this world is really supposed to feel Fighting urges to be petty never helped me feel much better Bitter people better bite or bottle up the way they really deal Man, there's something problematic with our urge to fucking Band-Aid Every cut 'cause god forbid we have to see the ugly wound unsealed The erasurе of a coping mechanism meant to keep us safe from dangеr Doesn't make me think your space would ever help me heal [Chorus] Man, the body's quite a trip Take a foreign object, push it out so quick You won't know what hit (I don't want your first aid, I can do it my way) Neosporin can't touch Take a foreign body, hide the pain, seal it up Your choice, your cut (I don't want your first aid, I can do it my way) [Verse 2] Oh my god, you better miss me with your posi-vibes and talk of how it's all from love I really hate to see it at this time and place I'ma let me ride the rollercoaster, crash into the bottom, start a fire And let it burn the skin that's hiding what's behind my face It's okay, the only reason I maintained the flesh was just to keep you safe and warm From all the boiling blood and excremental waste (Oh, waste) No time for consideration, all this pain could save a nation And your constant strangulation doesn't really leave me too much space [Bridge] Man, the body's quite a trip Neosporin can't touch [Verse 3] Oh my god, did I survive this fucking crash, this great catastrophe The fire that you set for me the moment that you burned the bridge? Damn, I've never felt my eyes so deep inside my head I swear to God, I must be dead If not I think I'm really gonna start to live [Outro] Mhm, yup