Mammoth

Oh I'm so sick and I'm so old

All the things that I want

Have been sold

A younger self in an awful place

Fuck him, I spit in his face

Comparison is an endless toy, I am the thief the theif of joy

I'm ungrateful all the time, the problem is me the problem is mine

I'm guilty

For the rest of days

For my sake

Take it all away