Sympathy Sex

So fam what’s the plan? What’s the deal?

Look around you–there’s no need to steal

You’re a wish but you will not come true

You’re my occulter, my filter, my moon

Looking down–keeping everything dark

You’re watching the scene–the plastic is green

You don’t have to scream

To be really mean

You don’t have to scream

Tell me again how you wish you were dead

You know that’s my favorite right before bed

Tell me again how you wish you were dead

You know that’s my favorite–Sympathy Sex!

I guess it makes so much sense

But don’t lift a finger–don’t dirty your hands

To me it would seem pretty obvious

But i guess you just came to make fake plans

You’ll never just dirty your hands

Sympathy Sex!

Sympathy! Sympathy!

It’s so hard to be you

I know its so hard to be you

Every day is crazy

I wake amazed

How’d you get so lazy?

You’re just so unfazed

Think I finally get it

I get why they say

“Kids These Days!”

Tell me again how you wish you were dead

You don’t have to scream

To be really mean

You don’t have to scream

I stopped listening