Strawberryy Lyrics

My ex husbands head was severed in a fortunate carousel freak accident

It was all blood and glitter and saturated satisfaction

This is how i would fetch it

this is wonderful this is strawberry poptarts

I was just a worm doing ballet

Sometimes the guilt has me chewing needles and licking rust

But then im like wait i hate my ex husband im glad hes dead

He was neurotypical and a breeder so fuck that bitch fr

I was wearing hello kitty perfume i stole from the supermarket a day prior

mmmm i love strawberry flavoured things

Especially when it doesn't taste like strawberry

When i saw my husbands mangled lifeless body arched over that poor little horse

It was hard to resist the urge to taste

He looked just like the strawberries i love so dearly

Real strawberry

The kind that grow on trees or whatever

Hi, can you see me?

Okay hi

Okay hi you guys!

Um okay

My name is Boxxy

Okay hi

Okay so

My name is Boxy

Hi! my name is Boxy

Okay hi! my name is Boxxy

Okay hi! my name is Boxxy

Okay hi! my name is Boxxy

Okay hi!

so, my name is Boxxy

And um, its been a while since i made a new video

And I don't actually have ADD either

Ahh, hahah

Which is, funny

To me

Umm

Yeah and then another one would be

Ummm

I provided you with a couple different pictures!

Umm

Ah such as like, the one where im like

I dunno

I am Boxxy you see!

And then there was the one where I held up a sign that said

Boxxy plus pocky equals love

And that's true

Lookin' out my window. I grip and hold my gauge in fright

Okay

Everyone knows that hands are for touching mold

And lips are for stained blood

Everyone but my dumb fucking husband

Sometimes i walk around and listen to honey by dj sabrina and pretend im mentally stable

Yeah

Kelloggs ad type shit you know

My bitch husband always wanted to watch blue as well

Fuck that shit

I wanna watch orange

So i took what was left to me:

A half mangled right hand

A left palm with a pinky

A ring

And half an index

And his butchered bloody lips

I asked quora what to do with the rest

But all i ever get is the same smartass bullshit non answer

I hate when bitches think they being funny on quora dot com

Fucking lame ass nerds

Damn

Maybe i will sell him on etsy

I held his hands in mine and my lips in his

Pr whatever the horse allowed

For what am i without mold to touch and lips to stain

What am i if not an unripe strawberry?