This is a song about "Biancas and beatrices"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And a fridge and some broccoli

Translation cause my life is too sweet

And kill yourself and your clique

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

"contemplate", i wrote about her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Know just what your worth

And their mothers and fathers

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Social conditioning and

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,