Rat

I’m a rat
Shoved up against a door
Lying to myself
Not nearly well enough
Just good enough to lie to you
I know, I know
Under the pile of bullshit
I’m really just afraid
Tired and lazy
Spoiled little girl
Who doesn’t want to work
But won’t go hungry
I’m building up my house of cards
But I can’t live in it
When the money runs out
All false, all fake, all fear
Maybe if I just get out of here
False hope on fake dreams
I fear there’s nowhere up left to go, then
When the house of cards falls
It won’t bite me in the ass
It’ll slap me in the face
And you will lose patience with me
When will you lose patience with me?
The broom beats the rat
Into the door, again, again
She coughs, she coughs
Nowhere to go, poor dear
Won’t find much pity here
Stealing cheating lying
Deserves what she gets