you can tell them you're free
you can say it's for me
you can tell them whatever you think they'll believe
but the truth is just waiting to slip under your pillow and bury its laughter in your skin

you can say it's your mother
you can say it's your father
yes, the one that dislocated your arm on the stairs
and the one that you begged not to leave you at the airport
though you don't remember it anymore

and when the needle
starts to sink in
your double-vision of the world becomes clear

you awaken
six feet under
but my optimism stops here

(1 2 3 4)

you better just shut up
[I'm] telling you what's up
I don't have to buy the truth according to you (you)

try to keep it secret
think I won't hear it
cover your ears bitch, I'm gonna scream it

you're not okay
you're no genius
you're no success
you better believe it

you are a deadweight of old excuses
when will you let go of your abuses?
(Break the cycle, or go under)

you can say it's the black stain
hidden under your bedframe
it reminds you of a time you only dreamed you'd
survive
and unspeakable desires you constructed sweeter names for
though you don't remember them anymore

you make it right
inside your head
you only hear what your boyfriend said

you are not okay
you're not a genius
you're not a success
it's just a penis

and when the needle
starts to sink in
your double-vision of the world becomes clear

you awaken
six feet under
but my optimism stops here

(chorus)

you can tell them you're free
you can say it's for me
you can tell them whatever you think they'll believe

but the truth is just waiting to sink into you
waiting to sink into you
and make you
bleed

you make it right
inside your head
you only hear what your boyfriend said

you are not okay
you're not a genius
you're not a success
it's just a penis

you make it right
inside your head
you only hear what your boyfriend said

you are not okay
you're not a genius
you're not a success
it's just a penis