Why'd you tell me that I shouldn't lie
Now I have nothing to say or sign
Fibbing s*** don't know language of hands
Strangle puppets and you understand
Then you check it's tag to know the brand
Reconsiderations taking place
Wish her thoughts could take a bit more s***e
Not another ten year plan to chase
I can't read a thing and not your face
s**less underwear can include lace
Turn the faucet off
I'm such a drip
Daydreaming about your perfect t***
Yellow driver sign cautions a dip
Bit my tongue that's me
I feel like s***
In the dying pan we're cut like strips
Being away is chocolate poison time
Ruins my streak of being borderline
Good guy bad guy with a new blind eye
Now I see a blur around your crimes
Wish I had a knack for nickeled dimes
Wish I had a dinosaur to kill
Wasn't me
Aa comet got that thrill
f****** hunters know they've got no skills
It's gun verse run chorus never chill
Whoa, your raptor voice is rather trill
I like winter with nowhere to go
No one calls me on this telephone
I eat cereal bowl after bowl
And my friends can suck a d***
This they know
Nothing that you want to, ever grows
What an awful person I've become
No more school or reading makes me dumb
Only thinking on chord progressions
I retreat in, to smoke in my lung
Blow it out and hope she doesn't punch
Now I have nothing to say or sign
Fibbing s*** don't know language of hands
Strangle puppets and you understand
Then you check it's tag to know the brand
Reconsiderations taking place
Wish her thoughts could take a bit more s***e
Not another ten year plan to chase
I can't read a thing and not your face
s**less underwear can include lace
Turn the faucet off
I'm such a drip
Daydreaming about your perfect t***
Yellow driver sign cautions a dip
Bit my tongue that's me
I feel like s***
In the dying pan we're cut like strips
Being away is chocolate poison time
Ruins my streak of being borderline
Good guy bad guy with a new blind eye
Now I see a blur around your crimes
Wish I had a knack for nickeled dimes
Wish I had a dinosaur to kill
Wasn't me
Aa comet got that thrill
f****** hunters know they've got no skills
It's gun verse run chorus never chill
Whoa, your raptor voice is rather trill
I like winter with nowhere to go
No one calls me on this telephone
I eat cereal bowl after bowl
And my friends can suck a d***
This they know
Nothing that you want to, ever grows
What an awful person I've become
No more school or reading makes me dumb
Only thinking on chord progressions
I retreat in, to smoke in my lung
Blow it out and hope she doesn't punch