You’re blowing up my discord
As I’m traveling to the bar
Getting drunk is an excuse
To leave you on read tomorrow
When your window broke
Could have been worse believe me
Planning how to get rid of you
Yeah baby, I was scheming
Chastity! Charity!
Comeuppance! Clarity!
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Chastity! Charity!
Comeuppance! Clarity!
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Better men than you deserve
Betraying John like he’s your conscience
When you collect the perfect lover
Am I the only one whose honest
You know things are getting weird now
Felt me up and grabbed my collar
Like a crow with a wounded lover
Then you fucked my business partner
The bloodline ends here
The bloodline ends here
Chastity! Charity!
Comeuppance! Clarity!
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Chastity! Charity!
Comeuppance! Clarity!
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Yeah we coulda had a baby
And you don’t want me hanging round them?
I don’t care what some twink did
You know he’s just a stupid kid
I can’t sleep with you every night
Even with how you moan in bed
I can’t be your heroin
The bloodline ends here
The bloodline ends here
Chastity! Charity!
Comeuppance! Clarity!
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Yeah we coulda had a baby
Chastity! Charity!
Comeuppance! Clarity!
You are in my city
And your new boy’s a Trumpie
I knew you in another life
I know you could have been my wife
I’ll see you in another place
I promise you I’ll be the same
But I’m begging you to change
We can stoke our burning flame
The bloodline doesn’t have to end
We can fuck and still be friends
Branches coming through your window
You can fly to meet your himbos
You don’t have to cry over maybes
If I were you I’d have my baby
Well you’re gonna need a big gun
Gotta shoot me I’m the real one
I could never be the cool dad
Come on shoot me, you’re my fag hag
Now I’m crying over my lost son
Gotta shoot me I’m the real one
I can lie and say I don’t care
He could have your face and my hair
You really think our love’s gone bad
When I’m begging you to choke me mad
Miss our whispers, creeping hands
When you felt me up beside my man
When I'm begging on my knees
It's a kind of loving that you can’t teach
You can stay just out of reach
The mysteriously rich sweet auntie
We could make a generation
You could be my Mary Magdalene
But I guess it’s just no use
Ten years on and I still love you
Kicked from the Space Force for being a tranny
I’ll go back to Pittsburgh and move in with Amy
Draining my savings and pondering my placement
Time circles back and I’m stuck in the basement
Oh, is anyone alive out there?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Is anyone alive out there?
