Pro-vanity Lyrics

I've been pro-vanity since I was ten.

I picture altars and then I shut em down? [shattered em']?

Baby bottle didn't choke (?) There were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off

Marry money have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails.



And I'm sick of your smile

And I'm sick of your cake

And I'm sick of your meaningless blather

And I'm sick of your hair

And I wish it weren't there

Maybe some night i'll visit you sleeping



There is no place I would rather be killed

Than in my own backyard

On my own propane grill

And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I ripped it off

Money prices an unborn child it would be hated(?)

But you should be wary of those thirty fall drops



And I'm sick when I breathe

And I wish you would leave

At the very least have an abortion

I don't mean to damn like it

I don't think it's right

For a woman to breed for attention



I've been pro-vanity since I could know

No one will ever care to see what I don't show

And momma didn't lock and load it

Singley [secretly we see]?

Could see ??? for a letter and withstood the shock

Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently

Took control (?) And took over the hope that was you



And I'm sick of myself

And I wish you could help

If you want to you can pull out the ladder

Oh, and it sounds self-indulgent

Amazing i've managed

To keep you engaged for just four fucking minutes

And maybe you'd be happy to be pro-vanity