Why?
Strawberries
Strawberries on your birthday, ShirleyThe shit I said to hotel managers haunts mePall bearers of the first string readyDiscretely gather in the second floor hallwayAnd I am not okay boysNo I am not okayNo I am not okay boysItching like an intern with a sunburnFor what a stone unturned coversI don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreenI want to heat my hide, not hide under somethingAnd I am not okay boysNo I am not okayNo I am not okay boysYou mom, she sits while her hair is in curlersSmokes weed and listens to that Garrison KeilerThat's how I'll live when I quit my rap careerLet her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphereStrawberries on your birthday, ShirleyThe shit I said to high school counselors haunts meAnd I am not okay boys
From Letras Mania