Sorry About Your Dick - Attic Abasement

Lady, I’m sorry but you’re married to a dick

And you better just digest him before he turns to shit

I have surrended myself to free will

And just keep taking the bait 'cause I might as well

The slogan is not the same, but my mind gets comforted still

My darkest states behind me or ahead of me, I can’t tell

Down with me, down with me

Down with me, down with me

Take another look around, there’s a lot of things you haven’t found

Just staring at some heaven’s wing under some city lights down with the moon,

you’re yourself

Your weakness, it’s stupidness, it’s still the stiffness and you’re not

Deep in the strong distance whenever you say nothing’s wrong

Wait, hold me down 'cause I am certain of my altitude

Just forget that you’re worrying, the only thing you know about is love

And things seem so much easier when you, you’re beautiful

Wait, I’m sorry about your dick

The slogan is not the same, but my mind gets comforted still

My darkest states ahead of me or behind me, I can’t tell

Down with me, down with me

Down with me, down, down, down

Down with me

Take another look around, there’s a lot of things you haven’t found

Just staring at some heaven’s wing under some city lights down with the moon,

you’re yourself

At this common day I’m starting to get money 'cause usually I’m kinda hard to

see

I think you’ll miss me