It's been 15 years, but I'm starting to feel
the prick under my skin, give me skincare
a thief made away with my thatch
whirlwind in the hatch, can't they see
I'm naked under my clothes?
Neurotic, neutrogena, sluice off skin
to hide the scars, I'm in need of new digits
car keys, prenups and 10 percent more meaning
tired of propitiating to neutralize the tantrums
getting older and I'm doing things with more thought
took me one year to realize my kid's a bloodsucker
a parasite ran by of my sleep deprivation
he's a terror and a force of nature
feeding off of my fear of continuing the cycle
I have nothing but respect and I'm proud of the horror
I've unleashed upon this horrible world with a smile
why couldn't you figure it out?
is there a factory that prints narcissists like you?
how many children getting rid of your ugly photos
on their instagram and changing numbers does it take
for you to realize it wasn't you against them
this whole time?
He's a terror and a force of nature in his terrible two's
and I'd fucking do it again just to never let them go
