Punished by God for fashion faux pas. Eating with elbows on the table. And I’m so fucking drained. Cute underwear all period stained. To all the girls that hide behind their hair, I care.

Praised you for just barely the bare minimum. Basic respect for women, way to go. And you act all appalled, when we’re walking and I get cat-called. Then go back to reading “Infinite Jest.” I digress.

If I die with dishes piled high. If I drop dead on our unmade bed. Will they say I never, will they say I never, will they say I never cleaned up my act?

When I barge through the golden gates oh I can’t wait to see, the stripper factories and endless jellybeans. I can already hear the angels singing just for me, all the songs for sluts so sweetly.

Classy girls have the best posture. Smile even when they’re fucking pissed. You used to laugh at me, said “You’re so cute when you get angry.” Well these days, I am angry all the time, but say, “I’m fine.”

Good guys post pictures with their mothers. Nine times out of ten, it’s just a flex. I’m starting to believe, god’s just a flying spaghetti, it’s time we get a room all of our own. LEAVE ME ALONE.

Scolded for the laundry left unfolded. Failed because the chipped paint on my nails. And I will never ever, I will never, I will never ever let them win this one.

When I barge through the golden gates oh I can’t wait to see, the stripper factories and endless jellybeans. I can already hear the angels singing just for me. All the songs for sluts so sweetly. All the songs for sluts so sweetly. The angels do agree, it’s best to be slutty. All the songs for sluts so sweetly.