Do you believe
That I’m so naive
And I wanna be
Fucking relieved
Of all of my
Originality

The ideas
That you conceive
Are annoying me
Not pleasing me
Bre-breeding me
Supplying me
With some bias
Fucking feelings

Do all of these
Your sle-sleeping
Your weeping
Mental faculties
Serve a higher cause
Or maybe
You’re deceiving me
Pleading honesty
When it’s plain to see
You’re nothing
Nothing but lost

Now it’s been a week
Maybe, maybe three
Look kinda empty
No serenity
Will you this teach
Mr. Lazy
Never again
Intimidate
Fucking again
Intimidate me