Ten In The Swear Jar Sita Deth
My chest burnsCause I'm so tired
I have to say
Goodbye to you now
Like papas say, oh ah
Papas say
'I gotta know just how it will end'
I wish it was different
I wish some things were regular
Sperm on me
Say 'Hooker hooker!'
I think about you all of my life
My tears are falling
What is a little too much?
Why has no one come to bring Sita a boat?
I wish it was different
I wish some things were regular
I wish it was different
I wish some things wern't the same
I wish it was different
I wish some things were regular
I wish it was different
I wish some things wern't the same
I'm working too much to write you anyday
Just follow me into the bathroom
Husband when I die, I'll sit up to your shelf
This feels so...
