Makeup's on and you're looking just fine
Don't you know you're wasting all your time
Cuz you don't even know what you want
The sun is going down and it's getting pretty dark
You never had any bite just bark
Only chasing the ones out in front

You say you're scared of me cuz they way I think
Call me an incel cuz I never get pink 
Everything I do seems to make you sick
You always shut me down it's so frustrating
Then fuck your dog and call it masturbating
But somehow I'm the one giving you the ick

Disgusted by everyone
Yet you're not afraid to have too much fun
I know you're the real degenerate 
Go through life not caring at all
Not until you're up against that wall
Then you'll finally go back to giving a shit

How have you convinced yourself
That it's not your fault but somebody else
Everything you say is so absurd
I don't wanna hear another word

Because I can't take it
I know that you fake it
You are such a prick

The Ick

-The one who pulls the gas first - isnt who is faster, but the one who releases brake earlier

I like just started on guitar be kind

no tutorials we figure it out like real men

should be shot in the head

much better at drawing nice pictures than i am at making nice sounds

i am having fun

The Ick

Not The Proper Attire