Strawberries (WHY?)

Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley The shit I said to hotel managers haunts me Pall bearers of the first string ready Discretely gather in the second floor hallway And I am not okay boys No I am not okay No I am not okay boys Itching like an intern with a sunburn For what a stone unturned covers I don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreen I want to heat my hide, not hide under something And I am not okay boys No I am not okay No I am not okay boys You mom, she sits while her hair is in curlers Smokes weed and listens to that Garrison Keiler That's how I'll live when I quit my rap career Let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley The shit I said to high school counselors haunts me And I am not okay boys