Birthday Song

Don’t you think I’m like this with just anyone

Unbuttoned and blushing and wild

And it’s not like I am having fun

Messing things up like a child

I wish I could be self-destructive

In a way that is harmless and charming

But when I’m bleeding out

It’s comes off a little alarming

You are not my savior

You are not my man

Bugs in my behavior

You won’t understand

But I let you in

Gosh I let you in

I let you in

Crying on my birthdays religiously

For a reason beyond explanation

Fucking so hard like death doesn’t exist

So it gets suicidally shameless

Got so drunk it was epiphanic

Unwillingly found a new meaning

I’m sorry if my ascension

Might come off a little off putting

You are not a gentleman

You are not my friend

Just how much I crave you

You don’t understand

But I let you in

Gosh I let you in

I let you in

I let you in

I let you in

I let you in

I let you in