Scrib - Feast of Flesh Lyrics

Used to be sixteen with my eyes cried out
Now I'm nineteen with my gums dried out
Mother always asking "what these tears about?"
Father always left me with a sense of doubt

Used to use a knife to etch a sacred carving
Now I use the blade to hunt when I'm starving
Hiding in the attic from Joe Pesci and Marvin
Miss the days in the Stu with John and Young Tarvin

The heat always reminiscent of better days
No more opioids, no longer my sketchy ways

I'm wary of the hella scary apothecary and my allergy to dairy
And Mother Mary with fireworks
Put it in reverse Terry

Sitting on a throne of bullets with Halle Berry and Sandra Bullock
Middle schooler with a greasy mullet
Pretty boy, regurgitated gullet

Malnourished on a broken table
Fairies flourish in a well written fable
Steer my own course, I am hopefully able
Reverse decapitation from the car cable

Working hard on my mental health is vital
Groom myself and deem that shower bridal
Drop a streaming service and pick up Tidal
Like Vanwyngarden said it's Me and Michael