I can’t believe the shit that sets me off
It’s like my fucking head’s a powder keg
The sparks are all around me; you may scoff
But wait until one lands, ‘cause then you’ll beg
You’ll beg me to be decent: I don’t care
My decency is mine and mine alone
You’re just a fucking spark; you’re everywhere
I should have listened, should have fucking known
I should have known my brain would never heal
I should have listened to the voice of doubt
I should have followed fantasy that’s real
I should have lit myself; who’ll put me out
Ka-boom! It doesn’t matter anymore
I guess we know what powder kegs are for.
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