VERSE 1
My mom’s ex-boyfriend was a son of a bitch
Gave me lots of mental wounds, ripped open every stitch
Fatphobia and psychophobia
Any flavor of bigotry, the worst and the odious
Never mind the fact that he weighed more than me
And he’s got his own version of PTSD
The cycle of abuse passed the Boomer generation
The chain breaks here, I deserved the vacation
CHORUS
Got no time to process, keep your handsome proboscis
Out of my business, ‘cause you bear false witness
Won’t spend a single day in Sad People Jail
A.k.a. the psych ward, that’s where justice goes to fail
VERSE 2
When I was in prison a.k.a. high school
Those conservative batshits were so easy to fool
Spread a rumor about me dating a monster
Fuck anything that walks, I’m a sexual imposter
That shit wasn’t true and I screamed it ‘til I’m blue
Punching and kicking was the only thing to do
That’s where I learned to solve problems with violence
But since it’s illegal, I’m confined to my silence
CHORUS
Got no time to process, keep your handsome proboscis
Out of my business, ‘cause you bear false witness
Won’t spend a single day in Sad People Jail
A.k.a. the psych ward, that’s where justice goes to fail
VERSE 3
College was the time for partying and drugs
Limerence was my addiction, falsified hugs
Crushes on musicians and actresses
Took the place of real life, ‘cause I drew no attractions
A million pounds and a resting bitch face
Made me a pariah no matter what the place
No friends, no lovers, no teachers turned besties
Still limerent today, in my mind and in my testies
Got no time to
process, keep your handsome proboscis
Out of my business,
‘cause you bear false witness
Won’t spend a
single day in Sad People Jail
A.k.a. the psych
ward, that’s where justice goes to fail
VERSE 4
I call it Dump and Dip because I don’t like to talk
About personal shit, got no choice but to walk
Can’t let them see my cry or overprotect me
No nurses for me, don’t even bother to inject me
With the world’s most powerful sedative juice
That could TKO a whale, double KO a moose
My freedom means more than an orderly’s pay
My individuality is here to fucking stay
CHORUS
Got no time to process, keep your handsome proboscis
Out of my business, ‘cause you bear false witness
Won’t spend a single day in Sad People Jail
A.k.a. the psych ward, that’s where justice goes to fail
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