Lettering - YBP Lyrics

Can I afford this parking ticket
Or can I append this to the stack
Shoved inside my back pocket
It's never coming out

I'm down to smoke
Then douse myself with a slurry of worms
But I am improving in how
I make my bed in the morning
Well-

[There's] always a hundredth excuse
For defending a purchase
I've never used
At least I'll have an arsenal

Sinking deeper every day
To the thought of
Birthing a dozen children with you
With you
I'll take half and the others can pet the cats

We hung the prints
Oh shit we forgot the frames again
Above the bed
Has graduated to acrylic shelves
Do you think we can finish off our reading list
What is that peeking out of your pocket
You said, "It's a sugar cookie, babe."
"Enhance your palate"

(There's) always a hundredth excuse
For defending a purchase
I've never used
At least I'll have an arsenal

Sinking deeper every day
To the thought of
Birthing a dozen children with you
With you
I'll take half and the others can pet the cats