You taste like my birthday cake
As the days go by, it's so sad to age
Meaningless, disordered speech
Guiding my life towards insanity
Catatonic posturing
I'm in a piss drunk trance with your offerings
Kiss yo tummy while you bitch
Now, there are things I lack
Yet, you tell me that i'm perfect
Perfect
Perfect and inspiring
Yet, i'm a fiend
A fiend that's great at lying to you
Yes, I'm a scrub
Who's love equates to nothingness
And yet, in your eyes, you see me as greatness
And nothing less
Kiss yo tummy while you bitch
Now, there are things I lack
Yet, you tell me that I'm
Kiss yo tummy while you bitch
Now, there are things I lack
Yet, you tell me that I'm
Kiss yo tummy while you bitch
Now, there are things I lack
Yet, you tell me that I'm
Kiss yo tummy while you bitch
Now, there are things I lack
Yet, you tell me that I'm
Kiss yo tummy while you bitch
Now, there are things I lack
Yet, you tell me that I'm perfect