Middle Eight

If you’re tired of fake polite
living small to pass the test, Come sit by me
we’ll talk our shit and still wish them the best
Bless your little anxious heart
bless your big messy brain
Bless your filthy sailor mouth that keeps you sane.

Good vibes, bad mouth, let them gasp and let them frown
We’ll be busy passing comfort round while burning all their bullshit down
If you want a soft place to land and jokes that hit like thunder too
Good vibes, bad mouth, that’s me
and I’m saving a seat for you.

I’ll be kind as hell and loud as fuck
that’s not a flaw, that’s just your luck.