Part Of The Band

She was part of the Air Force I was part of the band I always used to bust into her hand In my my my imagination I was living my best life living with my parents Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants And my my my cancellation hm yeah And I fell in love with a boy it was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my my my imagination So many cringes and heroin binges I was coming off the hinges living on the fringes Of my my my imagination oh yeah Enough about me now You gotta talk about the people baby But that's kind of the idea At home somewhere I don't like Eating stuff off of motorbikes Coming to her lookalikes I can't get the language right Just tell me what's unladylike I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas Sitting in east on their communista keisters Writing about their ejaculations I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet it won't offend anybody Whilst staining the pages of the nation oh yeah A Xanax and a Newport Well I take care of my kids she said The worst inside of us begets That feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it Like advertising cigarettes A diamond in the rough begets The diamond with a scruff you get Am I ironically woke The butt of my joke Or am I just some post-coke average skinny bloke Calling his ego imagination I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days And nine hours and sixteen minutes babe It's kind of my daily iteration