Death of a Strawberry

Sick of being in my head and thinkin' about my fate And worried about my health Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing And blow through all my wealth I made some mistakes, not so good with planning But I got some skills in easy living Cut my ties with desperation And learned to live with a little sensation Hey, just for the day, we'll pretend I'm made of money I'll be your sugar daddy Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves and crash a party Act like we own the place Oh, oh, oh Act like we own the place Swinging back and forth All my faults are peaking past the surface Is it worth it to fall back down? Please make way for the special invented armor Mental protection if reality is raging harder Hello, Mister Mime, hello, medicine I believe denial makes me hella intelligent We're way too caught up in the race with time It's getting hard to take it in We're trying hard to be the first in line Just wanna be a kid again, a kid again Sick of being in my head and thinkin' about my fate And worried about my health Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing And blow through all my wealth Over, over, overwhelmed again Sing out, out Bury it away Hey, just for the day, we'll pretend I'm made of money I'll be your sugar daddy Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves and crash a party Act like we own the place Oh, oh, oh Act like we own the place Killing all the flies I'm not done swinging back and forth yet Forgive me for what I will do Please make way for the special invented armor Mental protection if reality is raging harder Hello, Mister Mime, hello, medicine I believe denial makes me hella intelligent I know we trust each other, don't fail the litmus We all need partners for the pain of existence My bedroom chemistry set ended up on your Pinterest Pledging allegiance to a few common interests Claw my way to the top of the centipede The sum of its parts is prescribing me symmetry Every bone picked and decision was orchestrated Cut the head off and the legs'll call the action complacent