cop a feel for all your sins
don`t get too excited suck down ritalin
fake an interest
seven inch penny for your soul
and it`s not worth it
runnin` from myself
i don`t even know why
cutting out your paper friends
paper doesn`t last
it burns it burns it burns
camouflage is on the rise
you`re not fashion conscious
you`re acid washed you`re acid wasshd
runnin` from myself
i don`t even know why
carbonated blonde
couture drunken hands will kill your pimp
and make you whore de jour
you`re worth more dead than alive
i don`t want to die here
i don`t even know why
sometimes i just get by