Let me ask you something
Do you really think I'm going to trudge along like this unhappily?
The answer is no
All mine
Tell me baby I got it
Cause you're all mine
All mine
Tell me baby you got it
Cause of your own mind
Hard rock under pressure
Kinda rough, kinda slow on the get up
Can you see us together
Hiding out in a dark storm cellar
Every change of the weather
Acid rain eats away at the feather
I would use to get better -
More tough and a little more clever
And the MO ain't to judge nobody
How did I end up putting up with so much
Yeah, you the victim in your own head
But the get up only good while you're just friends
As your lady, I see you being shady and fickle
To all the people you commit to
Fake happy, you're not happy, you're crying
And we all know you're lying
So shut up
And what a relief
To find me some peace
And quiet
Alongside you
Just you, just you
I'm done with the scene
Of them against me
My heart is sore
I don't need it anymore
But I use to do that to say
Sometimes I crave the chaos
I prefer to be out of oasis
Like conducting a séance
To predict all the shit you can take on
I'm the Missus of Bedlam
It's a sickness to long for the mayhem
At least I can control her
She's rough and she's so damn clever
Son, I am the main, obvi-
I can figure out a ways to be
Weightless, stuck, insane
Like I'm
Serenading a bitch in the wings, ha!
She's Duty, she don't care that
I'm the baddest
You thought you could take
I'm the last one to struggle and say
At least you love her, you love her
