Culdesac

We could make a million small emotions

Or we could make a baby or two

You could be my spouse my fancy house my bank account

Then kick the bucket way too soon

Call it what you want

Call it the cosmos call it fate

Call it medical malpractice

Call it anything but now the matter of the fact is

It's just sadness unredacted

And now I'm behind the wheel

On a bike with broken breaks going downhill

And life is like an endless culdesac

Everything just keeps coming back around

I'm running from the bullshit

Running from the constant terror

Running from the top shelf

Running from the thought of anything I've ever said

Or anything I've ever felt

And I cheated on my math test

Cheated on the holy baptist

Cheated on my current dick

Now I'm Miss Baltimore

I'm Miss New York I'm insecure

I'm Mrs. I'm not over it

And now I'm behind the wheel

On a bike with broken breaks going downhill

And life is like an endless culdesac

Everything just keeps coming back around

I'm on a rollercoaster and the ground is getting closer

And I don't know what to do

I'm scared I'm gonna die I don't believe in afterlives

But I believe in you