Deep Waters - Mortality

These cheeks are a baby's
The charade's too hard to maintain
Do I choose the belt or the candy
I think I'll settle on train

I know it's a selfish way to go
But I wanna go out with a bang
My last big "fuck you"
To the world that drove me insane

Cry for me mama
And the man who never gave me his love
I'd like to say I'm watching you two
From the heavens above

But I know my weakness
And my sins just never let up
So lower me six feet deep
My horoscope warned me this week
Would be tough

They say quality over quantity
Why not apply that to my mortality

Just call this 800 number
And we will save your life
Go ahead, pick your poison
May we suggest going under the knife

We've got lypo, happy pills and sugar daddies
Just call, now is the time
Well I'd rather be dead than sick in the head
Where's someone to tell me I'm alright

Cry for me mama
Until your tears run dry
I know the man had told you
That the pain would subside

But I know that feeling
And that's why I had to give up
So lower me six feet deep
My horoscope warned me this week
Would be tough

They say quality over quantity
Why not apply that to my mortality

You're too young for this
Too old to throw a fit
Please just grow a pair
Meanwhile grow out your hair

Call me an anarchist
For wanting the right to live
Regret your clever wit
When I'm buried in your spit

Written by:
Erin Jones

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