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beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
gray death beat me
jimmy is begging
if you are expecting consolation
i will become outrageous
if you expect me to be outrageous
i will be extra outrageous
chew the corner off your mouth
you have never liked the taste
beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
gray death beat me
jimmy is crying
you were beautiful when i loved you
my little bank robbing boy
you were beautiful when i lost you
like whip covered in pins and glue
when will it end oh when will it end
this sopping wet towel of stupidity
supplicated to the fawn
fold back my pajama sleeves
take a look at what i have done
you can protect nothing
beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
gray death beat me
jimmy is in flames
beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
jimmy is aborted
beat beat me to death
gray death beat me
jimmy is begging
if you are expecting consolation
i will become outrageous
if you expect me to be outrageous
i will be extra outrageous
chew the corner off your mouth
you have never liked the taste
beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
gray death beat me
jimmy is crying
you were beautiful when i loved you
my little bank robbing boy
you were beautiful when i lost you
like whip covered in pins and glue
when will it end oh when will it end
this sopping wet towel of stupidity
supplicated to the fawn
fold back my pajama sleeves
take a look at what i have done
you can protect nothing
beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
gray death beat me
jimmy is in flames
beat beat me to death i said it
beat beat me to death
jimmy is aborted
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"When I’m being self-deprecating, I then refer to myself as Jimmy. The song, for me anyway — and I don’t mean that this is the way it should mean for anybody else — is about going through a period of really intense confusion about the point of my existence, not in an existential way but more of a pragmatic way, like what the fuck am I doing? Like for a long time I felt really clear about it and like now not knowing what-so-ever, like the stress of being self-destructive. And it’s not really an intense feeling. It’s more of a gnawing, really kind of low frequency, negative pressure. You know, its not a rainbow death [laughs], if that makes sense. "
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"grey" updated to "grey" per Jamie's comments in "Drunk Commentary: Dear God, I Hat Myself" available on his bandcamp site
@anthonyyyg edit: "grey" updated to "gray"
@anthonyyyg edit: "grey" updated to "gray"