I’m not any good with all these people

It’s automatic, I talk with myself

I stand in society with all these people

I’m designed to flee from humidity

When we go over to your mom’s house

I wanna turn around and just leave

I question my very personality

I don’t belong here any fucking way

Monsters were always inside of me

I think of all of the qualifications

Listed for a place in your family

I no longer posses the emotional drive

Required for a role in the gentry

I have very few in me anymore

Each fiber of my very being

Rails against my own hypocrisy

And with my thesis my reasons begin to bleed

I lust for the beatings that I once knew

I love you for what you put me through

I hate myself for what I always do

I hate you, run away, and be brand new

My head’s spinning, why do I have to pay this price

Darkness is beginning, I can’t find the fucking mice

My perversion, our wires have been naughty spliced

Your sickness is my fucking vice

Saturday I just wanted to mow the lawn

Playing chess with nothing but pawns

God told me I had this coming all along

So please tell me what I did wrong

I’m not any good with all these people

It’s automatic, I talk with myself

I stand in society with all these people

I’m designed to flee from humidity