My pillow says I hug it too tight,
It’s red,
But I squeeze till it’s white,
It says I project,
But I reject that assumption,
As untrue,
Easy to say,
If you’re a pillow and lay
there with someone to hold you.
I’m having me a pity party,
Nothing you can say,
A feeling slightly shitty party,
Don’t need you to stay,
Don’t bother being witty,
Cuz there’s nothing you can say,
But if you want to hug me,
Well I guess that that’s okay.