All the times it wasn't enough
Entitlement through and again
All the bitchy little things
I can't put it away good enough
He's not the one to protect
Temper on high
As the grass turns again
Lamp shaking in a twister
Advisory doesn't want to wait
Bitchy little things
She doesn't want it good enough
Direction bleeding and dirty floor
I won't sweep it today though
I won't weep it ever
He's not the one to always lose
To entitlement through and again
A dusty white door shutting them
So you can never see the truth
Broken lids, ragged crap, other shit
She'll never let it go
Long enough to make us want to forget
All the bitchy little things
That I Ever Had
That I ever had
What I wish I didn't have
In age of chicane vitriol
We run from our early days
In the shores unknown
In her eyes are the hidden insanity
What we feel or care to not know
Inflicting us unasking
Wanting us despite insanity
Hurting us to live
She's the ruler in this callowness
In this naivety rules
For little pleasures
We are subjected
Taken from any home solid
Enough to never know her
Can't let go of her silly wants
That I ever had
No pill easy enough
To make it better, to tame
Inflicting those who didn't ask
Naive to want us
What I wish I didn't have
Days of endless vitriol
By someone wanting silly desires
But her insanity should have stopped her
That I ever had