Crywank - I Love You But I've Chosen Me - Part VII: Merry Sage of Perspective

I see the language that you choose to present me as some pompous stuffy fool
And I could wipe your arse for you and you’d still call me the princess if I gipped at my fingers
And You slept on the floor again
Must be a repercussion somehow of being my friend
The most of myself I could give you
And I hear you slyly blame me for ruining your life
Come on come on merry sage of perspective, tell me where I’m fucking up, as I wipe off what was spat into my face with love

I don’t know what you’re gonna do without this if I’m honest
This palace of virtue is just a hole full of malice

And from the highest precipice you still smell like Piss
I worry the fall will be too high for you

One of my Ideocentrics making their big normie debut
The crumbs of pride we have are just crumbs