Coffee brought me to the conclusion that some people don't deserve to last
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that blood may arouse you but I'm tired of getting away
Coffee brought me to the conclusion that I should smoke more cigarettes and fuck myself a mattress
Beating my arms I need a country of my lie
Beating my arms I need a country of my lie
Still haven't reached the knife you shoved in my back
Stopped turning it because the wombs already infected enough
And I never let my hair for you get over my love for you and it feels good and it feels new
Beating my arms I need a country of my lie
Beating my arms I need a country of my lie
On second thought I don't want your pity know I don't want your pity
