What lesson were you trying to teach? Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach? Or that we cannot subsist without any sleep? Or than I am a whale laying dead on the beach? Well I don't think you can practice that bullshit you preach 'Cause you are a dog drinking Clorox bleach And you'll be dead On my grass By morning point So become manure to feed the flowers Because I'm no longer counting hours This song is a cap on a bottle of power That you can die hoping you will not devour Because you are not a fucking princess You are a car with a dead battery Now that my life is no longer a mess All the pieces are falling into place