Carriers

What lesson were you trying to teach?
Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach?
Or that one cannot exist without any sleep?
Or that I am a whale laying dead on a beach?
Well, I don't think you can practice that bullshit you preach
'Cause you are a dog drinking Clorox bleach
And you'll be dead on my grass by morning time
So become manure to feed the flowers
Because I'm no longer counting hours
This song is a cap on a bottle of power
That you cannot open, you will not devour
Because you are not a fucking princess
You are a car with a dead battery
And now that my life is no longer a mess
All the pieces are falling into place