Sita Deth - Ten In The Swear Jar

My chest burns

Cause I’m so tired

I have to say

Goodbye to you now

Like papas say, oh ah

Papas say

«I gotta know just how it will end»

I wish it was different

I wish some things were regular

Sperm on me

Say «Hooker hooker!»

I think about you all of my life

My tears are falling

What is a little too much?

Why has no one come to bring Sita a boat?

I wish it was different

I wish some things were regular

I wish it was different

I wish some things wern’t the same

I wish it was different

I wish some things were regular

I wish it was different

I wish some things wern’t the same

I’m working too much to write you anyday

Just follow me into the bathroom

Husband when I die, I’ll sit up to your shelf

This feels so…