Curled beneath my loner bed sheets
Trying to figure out which pillow side I like the least
Taking milk chocolate, red cherry, vanilla, and strawberry all on one plate
You ask why would you need four birds to represent just one state
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
Sorry to my mamma
Don't you worry buried papa
Guess I'm just a solitary befuddled primadonna
Too bitter to function shift to shift, to spooked to try to date
Ain't nobody got me on their list, cause psyche I plainly state
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
When you're just a mortal ghoul always exuding death
I'm never fully on or off, a dimmer lighted medley of a mess
Last words I heard them utter was to get my thoughts right out of the gutter
But all I choose to hear is mutters as I remain a rambling stutter
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
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Curled beneath my loner bed sheets
Trying to figure out which pillow side I like the least
Taking milk chocolate, red cherry, vanilla, and strawberry all on one plate
You ask why would you need four birds to represent just one state
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
Sorry to my mamma
Don't you worry buried papa
Guess I'm just a solitary befuddled primadonna
Too bitter to function shift to shift, to spooked to try to date
Ain't nobody got me on their list, cause psyche I plainly state
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
When you're just a mortal ghoul always exuding death
I'm never fully on or off, a dimmer lighted medley of a mess
Last words I heard them utter was to get my thoughts right out of the gutter
But all I choose to hear is mutters as I remain a rambling stutter
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
Trying to figure out which pillow side I like the least
Taking milk chocolate, red cherry, vanilla, and strawberry all on one plate
You ask why would you need four birds to represent just one state
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
Sorry to my mamma
Don't you worry buried papa
Guess I'm just a solitary befuddled primadonna
Too bitter to function shift to shift, to spooked to try to date
Ain't nobody got me on their list, cause psyche I plainly state
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
When you're just a mortal ghoul always exuding death
I'm never fully on or off, a dimmer lighted medley of a mess
Last words I heard them utter was to get my thoughts right out of the gutter
But all I choose to hear is mutters as I remain a rambling stutter
I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
Writer: Aristotle Galanos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid