Crickets

Salieri’s got exclusives in his Patreon
And Vienna’s got deaf-fucking ears for them to fall on

Please wheel me back to my room
I’ve got pillows I need to scream into
And a few memories left
That I have yet to misinterpret

Got more vices then assistant-fucking-principles
Ignore my [A]crisis as usual, I’m fucking invisible

Give em [A]hell, but give them [A]a gift ɾeceipt
Be anything you [A7want to, just be [Am]discrete
Because effort ɾeeks of honesty
And keep that shit away from me

It only hurts when I care, anyway

Atlas might need neck surgery
He shrugged his shoulders ironically too fucking frequently
And honestly it gets exhausting to [C7]be
The only one who can see through all [Em]this bullshit constantly

It only hurts when I care
It only hurts because I always care

Give em [A]hell, but give them [A]a gift ɾeceipt
Be anything you [A7want to, just be [Am]discrete
Because effort ɾeeks of honesty
And keep that shit away from me

So bare your soul, have fun listening to [C7]crickets
Sadness sells, padding cells about it won’t move any tickets
It only hurts when I care
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