You wear your sex like a weapon, but look, I ain't afraid
I'm a trisexual Californian - I've been every kind of laid
You say in almost fifty years you've never felt so fried
but your words are cancelled out by the crazy in your eyes
You try and front like you're a victim, but hon I know your type
You think past trauma gives you license, but I don't believe the hype
It wasn't me who hurt you
No - I didn't cause those wounds
Your anger is too old for me,
and frankly you're way too old too.
You need to grow up and stop acting like a fool
I haven't seen these kinds of antics since my elementary school.
And at the end of the day
despite the games you play?
Your bed
is made.
You're mental ministrations may be fucking with my life
But bring it on
It's been too long
since I've had this much to write
You call foul 'cause you're sad; because you're going through hard times.
Well my life is shitty too - but I don't have an axe to grind.
You lost your daddy and that's sad - but I lost my baby, too
and I keep on living life because that's just what people do.
So buck up,
Shut the fuck up,
and suck up.
