I suspect I am a weaker sex-

You try to neglect-

You try to protect-

But sex is so complex-

Nothing is going to make this all disappear-

I guess nothing a few beers cant clear-

Can't you see I'm depressed-

Can't you see my blood, sweat, and tears-

Maybe you just don't comprehend-

Maybe you just try to pretend-

Well I am unimpressed-

I'd rather go take an acid test-

Maybe it's for the best-

That this shit be laid to rest-

Because I am fucking stressed-

Because of your overnight guests-

I'm trying to get by-

I'm trying to justify you and I-

Because you are my natural high-

But I don't think you hear my war cry-

So I'll just use it as my right to die-