Текст песни Marissa - Bony Macaroni

Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya

Do you think it's unacceptable I've been feeling quite expendable?
Bodies in spaces, yeah, I know the deal

You know stuff I could never know
You're patient, I'm insatiable
You allow yourself to feel the things you feel

But, I can't think like that
I can't feel powerless
Sometimes I feel like giving in

Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya

Wish I could try your life a bit
Wanna be on that freaky Friday shit
A redemption arcade, shooting shit, alright

You remember stuff that I forget
You're lovely, I'm inadequate
You're the sunrise that could end my darkest night

Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but i got nothing to sell ya

In this hellscape of an economy, what man can afford to go to therapy?
So, baby, what do you do when you feel alone?
Cause, there's no comfort in testosterone

Marissa, I really fucking miss ya
I don't need no fucking bitter pill
No, I think I could try

Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya

Marissa, I don't have the charisma
Every single fucking thing's for sale
But I got nothing to sell ya
(I don't have the charisma, oh Marissa, oh Marissa)