god why did you make me dumb

too stupid to not eat from the tree

of knowledge I didn't want

Smart enough to know I wanted something better

not smart enough to know what that is

( to know I had it all along )

Shame is the sun

around it we revolve

doubt is my resolve

I am full of cortisol

The fruits of my labors are bitter

like the lumps I made in my bed

I must be a fucking princess

because these peas are killing me

God is dead

guilt is dead

be all you can eat