BASTARD SONG

I'm in so much pain it should be illegal

Oh these days, I don't feel too regal

I feel just like a child

I feel just like a child

Like lying in bed at age 17

Like crying in bed at age 17

I never wanted to make such a scene

Never wanted to make such a scene

But I can't help myself sometimes

Sometimes I can't help myself

I'm a genuine cocksuckin bastard kid and

I really don't know what I did

To end up this way

To end up acting this way

To engage in all this ******* ********

And take it to such extremity

I couldn't stop and ask what it means

No I never stopped to think what it means

Measuring time by the cigs I smoke

Measuring myself against my jokes

They're as funny as a car crash

As witty as a bed rash

Need someone to recontextualize me

Need someone to force me to see how I can

Stop losing all my friends

How I can be someone on you can depend

But I, I can't help myself sometimes

But this is not an attempt to shift off my guilt

I know I can be a real bastard sometimes

But this is not an attempt to make you feel guilt