Don’t squeeze me, because I don’t squeak
All that I do is pour smoke from my teeth
I’m not some toy, and I’m not fluffy inside
I’m made of things from which children hide
I don’t need a hug, I need you to back off
You’re a million yards away, close enough
All that I have for this world is endless angst
So please don’t squeeze me for my juice
Squeeze me instead if you want the truth
No one’s ever once asked me for the refill
As I just truly am that goddamn hospitable.
You think you’re the first to think I’m scared,
That I’m hurting inside, that I’m acting tough
Motherfucker I have no inside, I am hollow
Because all I do is continue to prove, I am.
I am not a saint. And I never claimed to be.