She was part of the air force
I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my my my imagination
I was living my best life living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my my my cancellation
And i fell in love with a boy
It was kinda lame
I was rimbaud and he was paul verlaine
In my my my imagination
So many cringes and heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges
Living on the fringes
Of my my my imagination oh yeah
Enough about me now
you gotta talk about the people baby
But that's kind of the idea
At home somewhere i don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Coming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations
i like my men like i like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet
It won't offend anybody
Whilst staining the pages of the nation
Oh yeah
A Xanax and a newport
well i take care of my kids she said
The worst inside of us begets
That feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
Like advertising cigarettes
A diamond in the rough begets
The diamond with a scruff you get
Am i ironically woke the butt of my joke
Or am i just some post-coke average skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
And nine hours and sixteen minutes babe
It's kind of my daily iteration