Every night getting drunk and high, feeling light as the air outside, I.
Don’t deny I have a problem.

Burning trees, singing in the breeze, if consent matters why do you still plead, I.
Realize we have a problem.

And patriarchy, will be the end of me.
Your double standards make me feel so alone.
And blasphemy makes up the world I see.
These fucking double standards make me feel so low.