Bloodhounds

You sic yourself like a fucking bloodhound On unsuspecting fluffy haired jew-boys And half the time you just let them walk off Having unchanged you but man you changed them When you were heavy and light I wanted you badly You were nowhere to be found But when I got happy you just showed up Oh how poetic and profound I can't win with you You sic yourself like a fucking bloodhound On unsuspecting fluffy haired jew-boys I'm not immune to you though Your shit still sticks Like an acquired taste for a homegrown poison Oh you're just so funny Aren't you my love What you had in mind I wasn't thinking of It took me months to realize I should have been upset But by the time I knew it was far too late I can't win with you So when you sic yourself like a fucking bloodhound On those unsuspecting fluffy haired jew-boys Is there a strategy to it? Or is it just balls out man Fucking spaghetti to the wall to see what sticks boy And much like pasta they get softer And honestly its horrible to watch That at 17 years old I'm still clinging to this still clinging to you Like a baby to its bottle