Heebyjeebys

Vaccuum up all these ashes Lay your father out Have fun doing his taxes Cuz that fucker's dead now Collect your belongings That remind you of him Will death be similar For me in the end now I think I process trauma Just like you do It's kind of ironic I still get the heeby-jeebies in my room I think I hate myself a lot like you do It's kind of upsetting I still get the heeby-jeebies in my room I fucking hate the way I make my Stomach turn inside outside Cuz when I get started I hate my brain Maybe I'll get it right next time I fucking hate the way I think sometimes Make me want to burn my house down With me inside I think I really should've just gone home My stomach's turning inside outside I love you and know that you need A father, father But he chose to abandon His seed Father, father This week I killed my own pregnancy Father, father They made me wait outside I have his fucking disease Father, father I think I lie to myself Just like you do It's kind of ironic I still get the heeby-jeebies in my room I wanna hurt myself as much as you do It's kind of upsetting You thought all the same Thoughts in my room I fucking hate the way I make my Stomach turn inside outside Cuz when I get started I hate my brain Maybe I'll get it right next time I fucking hate the way I think sometimes Make me want to burn my house down With me inside I think I really should've just gone home My stomach's turning inside outside I fucking hate the way I make my Stomach turn inside outside Cuz when I get started I hate my brain Maybe I'll get it right next time I fucking hate the way I think sometimes Make me want to burn my house down With me inside I think I really should've just gone home My stomach's turning inside outside