End Of A Year Let's Grow Fat And Unhappy Together
Is it selfish I won't forfeit ambition for anyone or supposed love?
Am I a fool to believe love wouldn't ask me to leave behind the things I enjoy in life?
Or is to commit a blood-grooved knife, poised at my mouth
lusting to break these teeth and carve the tongue out?
Pressured to marry, told I need an heir.
Coal mine canary, got me praying for bad air.
Wedlock's a dry dock, we load our hopes onto ships
friends see us off, wave politely, give us money for the trip.
But this is goddamn Marysburgh, never your calm waters.
This is needy bullshit somehow tied to your father.
Oh honey oh honey, Oh dear oh dear
I lay on the tile, stool leg in my mouth
while you sit above me always eating gaining weight and crushing.
Here's what I've learned of life, an observation:
ANYTIME A CONTRACT IS NEEDED, IT ISN'T WORTH THE PAPER.
