Kiss This Bedwetting Cosmonaut Goodnight
kiss this bedwetting cosmonaut goodnight
It wasn't my fault, really. He just never really fit in with our group.
Dead wasn't really a bad look on him, anyways.
when I disappear, it is clear I am up to no good,
I am drearily bloodletting this bedwetting cosmonaut,
"son, the last thing you'll realize you need is what you've already got".
I am drearily bloodletting this bedwetting cosmonaut,
"son, the last thing you'll realize you need is what you've already got".