Jackoff Capital of the World

I don’t expect you to say anything
We both know you’re not a wordsmith like myself
Oh sweet girl, I could give you everything
But I’ve been talking dream mean more to me than you ever could
Little girl, I’ve got so much to give
Honestly I’m selfish
I keep the goods
For me and ghosts
And all this time you’ve thought of lotta things
All my thoughts were of a tiny cabin
When I find a place rest my head
I write a book about the city where you grew up
And if I say I’m sorry
You know I’m high and drinking from the well
The birds and raccoons bathe in
And where the rats go to be milked
Bacteria has swarmed in
Taken over where my words are formed
Cause if I say I’m sorry
Girl, you know something’s very wrong
And if I say I’m sorry
You know I’m high and drinking from the well
The kids and hobos piss in
And they’re expecting more of them to mill
Bacteria has swarmed
The place where my words are satisfied
Cause if I say I’m sorry
Girl, you know that’s because I’m lying