I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VII: Merry Sage of Perspective - Crywank

I see the language that you choose

To present me as some pompous stuffy fool

And I could wipe your arse for you

And you’d still call me the princess if I gipped at my fingers

And you slept on the floor again

Must be a repercussion somehow of being my friend

The most of myself I could give you

And I hear you slyly blame me for ruining your life

Come on, come on, merry sage of perspective

Tell me where I’m fucking up

As I wipe off what was spat into my face with love

I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest

This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice

I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest

This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice

And from the highest precipice you still smell like piss

I worry the fall will be too high for you

And from the highest precipice you still smell like piss

I worry the fall will be too high for you

One of my ideocentrics, making their big normie debut

The crumbs of pride we have are just crumbs

I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest

This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice

I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this, if I’m honest

This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice

One of my ideocentrics, making their big normie debut

The crumbs of pride we have are just crumbs