Strawberries on your birthday Shirley

The shit I said to hotel managers haunts me

Pallbearers of the first string ready

Discretely gather in the second floor hallway

And I am not okay boys

No, I am not okay

No, I am not okay boys

Itching like an intern with a sunburn

For what a stone unturned covers

I don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreen

I want to heed my hide, not hide under something

And I am not okay boys

No, I am not okay

No, I am not okay boys

Your mom she sits while her hair is in curlers

Smokes weed and listens to that Garrison Keillor

That's how I'll live when I quit my rap career

Let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere

Strawberries on your birthday Shirley

The shit I said to high school counselors haunts me

And I am not okay boys