I heard it’s cold out, but her popsicle melts.
She’s in the bathroom - she pleasures herself.
Says I’m a bad man. She’s locking me out.
It’s cause of these things.

Let’s make a fast plan. Watch it burn to the ground.
I try to whisper so no one figures it out.
I’m not a bad man, I’m just overwhelmed.
It’s cause of these things.~