You laid me down, whispered in my ear
I hate my life, hold on to me
Ah, if you ever decide to leave
Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go

"There are thousands of half-babies in my ball sack and that’s terrifying"

"at least you don’t bleed them out every month"

"you make a compelling argument"

raise your hand if some fictional asshole has taken over and ruined your life.