Let's sit down and have ourselves a fucked up family dinner And convince ourselves that all of this is normal And that we tried our very best No, it is not our fault, it was circumstantial Mishap, a clash of personalities if you want to call it that ♪ A ventricular system of personal complexities Without fail will hemorrhage once a day We beg for it all to amalgamate Into something worth all this silence and contention We demand our sheer minutia Like we're owed some kind of medal For a salty bead of sweat Or god forbid some fucking sacrifice to our precious comfy lives What an aberration This all turned out to be It's a point mutation A genetic anomaly We let it spread Let it sink in it's hooks As I watched myself spoil I am undercooked ♪ Am I overtired? Or just overthinking? Got a knot in my chest That is slowly sinking I don't feel so good So I'll spill my guts And I'll overshare my meaningless frustrations Through these songs and illustrations About some thoughts that might not matter at all What an aberration This all turned out to be It's a point mutation A genetic anomaly And we let it spread Let it sink in it's hooks As I watched myself spoil I am undercooked ♪ "Stay together for the kids" What the hell does that even mean? Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories