don't call it a comeback

[grenadeball]

here we go


it's a problem, like i'm losing my identity
wanting to get a different set of amenities
just to try out what is, or what could be
curious about these endless possibilities
wake up at fifteen, feeling mean, hard rock
wondering what it'd be like to have a cock
cramming into my pants a stuffed tube sock
identity curiosity wondering what i'd rather be
never making up my mind on what i oughtta be
repeating these rhymes because chanting is the only way i can see
tripping through everyone's dreams in stealth
tasting their hopes while losing my mental health
this passive psychosis giving me wealth
of experience, past is prologue, since
everything has happened, everything has happened
and did it matter?

motherfuckers starting the ruckus
till these stars struck us
determining what my luck is
wondering how gay god is
maybe she's a raunchy maybe she's a hussy maybe she'll even let me eat her pussy
child of the galaxy, feeling so dreamy
caught two ways between cosmic dreams and hard reality
guns and ecstasy, blood makes it messy, but i'm not feeling dirty
just lost, violent and loving, contradiction walking
and these fucking nightmares are what i'm stalking
and change is what i'm fucking talking
and fucking is what i'm fucking rocking
slide on up these panties and stockings
rider crop, dominatrix cock blocking
defining my sex by my partners and who cums harder
bodies writhing in intimate barter, trading to go higher
i get to know them by getting in them, feeling their body rhymes
i get to sleep in their lives, getting to live their times
listening to them say what they think is the end
everything has happened, everything has happened
and did it matter?