So, fucking shuffle
Just struggle
I don't want any trouble
Or maybe I do
To the regular shuffle
The everyday struggle
I don't want any trouble
Honey, do you?
It's like, would you do it if no one was there?
It's like, would you do it if nobody cared?
I sure hope so, I sure hope so, love
'Cause honestly nobody does
It's like, feel bad, but you don't cry
It's like, stay mad, but you won't die
It's like, it sucks, but you still try
Fuck it, die outside
I'll be your almanac of bad decisions
Cut me open, make incisions
Place the ones you like on the other side of a cereal box
Pseudo-chill girl soul bereft
I'm the bowsette version of ???
I take my stupid medicines until I fuckin' stop
So, shuffle
The everyday struggle
I don't want any trouble
Or maybe I do
To the regular shuffle
The everyday struggle
I don't want any trouble
Honey, do you?
Comin' around the later stages of grief
For a version of the world that you wanted to keep
A version where you're just as dumb as the rest
Well, now it's time to clean up the mess
No more glamour, no more gore
No more high school suicide war
I'm twenty one, I'm forty five, so fuck it, staying alive
I have a soft, small body
Strawberries make it happy
Someday I'll have my own life
I'll leave this all behind
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