Polly wants a cracker?! No. Anisa wants a cracker. This song is written about a person who made fun of me in high school. Her name is Anisa Obic. Instead of getting my mind off of her, I wrote a song about her. She would feel much happier if I end up becoming a member of the 27 Club. Instead of me treating Anisa like an animal, she treats me like an animal.
I cannot stand her exaggeration
I think she can just buzz off
She knows I’m addicted to masturbation
What does she not know? I cannot tell you
It leaves a feeling, too good to be true
She knows what I like, she knows my obsession
I have opened my mind, I have a confession
There’s she at it, with the torture
I feel like she is doing it, more and more
Her smile is so startling, it makes me sick
Whip and slash the blades are some of her tricks
She saw me laying on the street
She asked me if I had a girlfriend
It’s up to Cedar to let me free
What does she not know? I cannot tell you
It leaves a feeling, too good to be true
She knows what I like, she knows my obsession
I have opened my mind, I have a confession
There’s she at it, with the torture
I feel like she is doing it, more and more
Her smile is so startling, it makes me sick
Whip and slash the blades are some of her tricks
For all the things that she done to me
I told her, I accept your apology
Instead of being together, let’s just be friends
We shake it off, forgave each other
We laughed about it, one way or another
We became best friends, forever and ever
It felt so great, to not be together
No more torture, it felt so great
I can see that sunlight coming in today
I can’t express how all of this is true
This song was mainly made just for you