Beating Up Myself
I swear too much now, that must piss God off.
I hope that my laundry's safe. The 3rd machine is mine.
Sometimes I drink my milk from the carton.
Why don't I ever cry? The rinsing cycle's on.
I'm always beating up myself. I always cut away my heart in pain.
I'm always beating up myself to complicate my life.
(But every now and then) I give myself a break.
I missed my workout. Put clothes in the dryer.
Oh, by the way, I never loved you, and never really cared.
I'm always beating up myself. I always cut away my heart in pain.
I'm always beating up myself to complicate my life.
(But every now and then) I give myself a break.
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