I thought you're through with all the bougie guys.
Don't you wonder about the other side?
They only get invited because they think that they might buy.

Ain't it sad about those metro guys?
Don't it hurt to watch them moisturize?
They're never funny and they're all so scared to die.

We're not afraid.
We have our faith.
We've even scattered action and we've mostly come out
unscathed.
We'll be alright.
We'll get through the night.
Our struggle still feels wonderful most days.
Most days.

Don't it suck about the suicide?
The bloodsuckers and the parasites.
They're never funny and they're all so scared to die.

All the small talk seems like suicide.
The spiderwebs with their legs and eggs and eyes
They creep up from behind.

If I were you I wouldn't get too close.
I've seen how they eat and it gets pretty gross.
They slip their tongue and they bitch on to their host.

We're not afraid.
We have our faith.
Seen a couple slaughters and they've mostly turned out OK.
We'll be alright.
We'll get through the night.
Our struggle still feels wonderful most days.

Hey New York City.
I love it when you turn on your lights.
Our struggle still feels wonderful tonight.

And you say you're a princess.
But I remain unconvinced.
I've seen the guys that you've been with.
They don't seem much like princes.

And you say you're much better.
But I don't quite believe it.
I saw the little girls that you came with.
I am the guy that you left win.

And you say you tried Jesus.
But it was too inconvenient.
You just didn't have the patience.

You say you said prayers.
But it felt like there was nobody there.
I didn't think that you'd get it.

This shouldn't hurt.

But you might feel a slight discomfort.