Letra de Carriers
What lesson were you trying to teach?
Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
And that I cannot subsist without any sleep
Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
Well I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preach
Because you are a doctor, keep Clorox bleach
And you'll be dead on my grass by morning point

Some manure to feed the flowers
'Cause I am no longer counting hours
This song is the cap of a bottle of power
that you can die hoping you will not devour
Because you are not a fucking princess,
you are a car with a dead battery
Now that my life is no longer a mess,
all of the pieces are falling into place