I watched my grandfather smoke himself to death
And I know my daddy still copes with a cigarette
I guess it ain't suicide
When you do it in slow motion
I guess that's just life
So help me my lover I need some of your therapy
The demons been dealt down the trunk of my family tree
She said your head is disconnected from your heart
And just cause you're in pain don't make this art

If you're so smart
Why don't you figure out happiness
Are you really a masochist
Like me
Maybe you aren't such a Bonafide genius
Cause you still walk between us
In this fever dream

I watch my mother nearly work herself six feet deep
She did what she needed so we could eat
I'm breaking the cycle
I'm going to make it out of this nine to five
She said child

If you're so smart
Why don't you figure out happiness
Are you really a masochist
Like me
Maybe you aren't such a Bonafide genius
Cause you still walk between us
In this fever dream
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