Strawberries

Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley

The shit I said to hotel managers haunts me

Pall bearers of the first string ready

Discretely gather in the second floor hallway

And I am not okay boys

No I am not okay

No I am not okay boys

Itching like an intern with a sunburn

For what a stone unturned covers

I don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreen

I want to heat my hide, not hide under something

And I am not okay boys

No I am not okay

No I am not okay boys

You mom, she sits while her hair is in curlers

Smokes weed and listens to that Garrison Keiler

That's how I'll live when I quit my rap career

Let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere

Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley

The shit I said to high school counselors haunts me

And I am not okay boys