Mouth Log

On my phone, I got a list

Of food I ate and people I kissed

And because of this I'm losing weight

And batting my eyes like siren bait

Just like a hate-watched series

I catalog life dearly

Dreary how-tos on half-assed self abuse

Probably when I'm 22

Then I'll be doing something new

Because I lose attention fast

And I get bored right off the bat

But I hate class, and I hate work

And doing nothing's even worse

But I still curse and complain every day

If I thrive best in hate machines

And shallow tabloid magazines

And groups for memes, where everyone fights

And tries to make straight white boys cry

Then will I die still swallowing

All sides of conflict, possibly

I'm 3 percent non-hikikomori

'97 speaks and now I'm there

Fuzzy socks and shampooed hair

Cyst acne bare, I'm eating healthy

Watching Ina cook for Jeffery

I'm kinda pissed

If this is the real me

At least I know who I kissed and what I eat

Da-da-di-da, di-da-di-da

Di-da-di-da, di-da-di-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Di-da-di-da, di-da-di-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-di-di-da

Di-da da, da

Da-da-da, di-da-di-da-da-da-da-da