I feel gross And overall just funny This summer I made some money Can I use that to feel better? I made french toast The eggs they turned out sunny Mix my sugar with my honey Do whatever I think I want to I feel gross And I don't want to get better Wrap myself up in this sweater Do whatever the fuck I want to Do whatever the fuck I want to (Do you know what hurts the most, Joan? This nail I just stepped on But there's a metaphorical nail in my other foot That hurts the second most And it's from you backstabbing me So maybe instead of the nail metaphor I should have used a stabbing metaphor But it's too late for that now, isn't it?) (I guess it is)