[Intro]

(Oh, god damn)

Vacuum up all these ashes, lay your father out

Have fun doing his taxes, 'cause that fucker's dead now

Collect your belongings that remind you of him

Will death be similar for me in the end, now?

[Verse 1]

I think I process trauma just like you do

It's kind of ironic

I still get the heebie-jeebies in my room

I think I hate myself a lot like you do

It's kind of upsetting

I still get the heebie-jeebies in my room

[Chorus]

I fucking hate the way I make my

Stomach turn inside outside

'Cause when I get started I hate my (Brain!)

Maybe I'll gеt it right next time

I fuckin' hate thе way I think sometimes

Make me wanna burn my house down with me inside

I think I really should've just gone home

My stomach's turning inside outside

[Bridge]

I love you and I know that you need

Father, Father

But he chose to abandon his seed

Father, Father

This week I killed my own pregnancy

Father, Father

They made me wait outside, I have his fucking disease

Father, Father

[Verse 2]

I think I lie to myself just like you do, it's kind of ironic

I still get the heebie-jeebies in my room

I wanna hurt myself as much as you do

It's kind of upsetting you thought all the same thoughts in my room

[Chorus]

I fucking hate the way I make my

Stomach turn inside outside

'Cause when I get started I hate my (Brain!)

Maybe I'll get it right next time

I fuckin' hate the way I think sometimes

Make me wanna burn my house down with me inside

I think I really should've just gone home

My stomach's turning inside outside

I fucking hate the way I make my

Stomach turn inside outside

'Cause when I get started I hate my (Brain!)

Maybe I'll get it right next time

I fuckin' hate the way I think sometimes

Make me wanna burn my house down with me inside

I think I really should've just gone home

My stomach's turning inside outside