1991

G
Take a sip from the cup of piping hot procrastination
        Em                                 C
That's another sleepless night from all my sleep hallucinations
         G
Point my finger at the cause. Mom hates dad and dad hates mom
             Em                               C
But they did pretty well to salvage something broken since the year of '91

G Em C  x2

            G
A different home every year creates an oddly scattered head
            Em                                   C
Filled with unproductive thoughts that pair with existential dread
        G
I am in desperate need of therapy but cannot pay the bills
           Em
How do you put a price on mental health
       C
Whilst everybody's burning

     G                           Em C
I'll rest with this in my guts
       G                              Em C
As I'm forced through the incinerator
     G                        Em C
It's cold, it's calculated
             G                          Em C
And it won't stop 'til I'm obliterated

G Em C  x2

          G
Two years ago you came to visit my completely empty home
           Em                                C
We built a tree out of the cardboard that we found out on the streets
             G
We spent our Christmas at the dollar store and you cried a lot that morning
         Em                                  C
Said you hated this whole situation right as mom was calling

     G                         Em C
I'll rest with this in my guts
       G                             Em C
As I'm forced through the incinerator
     G                     Em  C
It's cold, it's calculated
         G                          Em C
It won't stop 'til I'm obliterated

Em
Well, I wasn't an easy child
I was stubborn to the core
C                                                   G
Filled with a distrust in authority and a new found feeling
I did not understand
                                  D
Which grew and manifested in this hollow home that creaked and splintered
With every step I took
Em                                C
Well I'm sorry mom, and I'm sorry dad
I'm sorry Sammy for the distance and the aftermath
G
That stained and desecrated the person that I am today
    D
The sour discoloration that fills my day to day

     G                         Em C
I'll rest with this in my guts
       G                              Em C
As I'm forced through the incinerator
           G                       Em C
Yeah, it's cold, it's calculated
             G                         Em C
And it won't stop 'til I'm obliterated

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