Grim Mary

I don’t feel like going anywhere tonight
Keep my shoes untied you know where to find me
If you can’t be clever then you must be kind
Just another line that I read on the marquee
I don’t feel like leaving my garage today
An acquired taste the asbestos is lovely
Got a broken heater and a microwave
And Hot Pocket stains on the ceiling above me
I’m so congested festive all of the time
Another backseat driver toeing the line
M-M-M-Mary messaged me and said that my hair looks nice
But Mary doesn’t know that I might wanna die
(Die
Die)
The pressure to smile is wearing me thin
And the high that I’m chasing is making me winded
The lows that I feel leave me in my homestead
Depression is a demon, my best friend on my deathbed
Robby told me that I’d never be comfy
There’s a chip on my shoulder, on my back there’s a monkey
Up against the wall, punching life in the chin
I was born to lose but when I die I’ll win, I guess
(Die)
Dear grim reaper
(Bless me with one million)
Take me under
(Reasons not to live again)
To the ether
(Reaper come and rescue me)
To my slumber
(I want to be happy)
Dear miss Mary
(Bless me with one million)
I’m so sorry
(Reasons not to live again)
You are too good
(Reaper come and rescue me)
Too good to me
(I want to be happy)